Like it or not

You have to face it

Ready or not

You have to hear it

Pleasant or not

You have to accept it

Soft truths are gentle

Pleasing to the ears

Hard truths are sharp

Often piercing to the heart

But truth will emerge

Whenever time dictates.

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And truth sometimes hides

No man can find it

No man can explain it

No man can understand it

Search not, and it will find you

Surprise you and stare you in the eye.

And when it does,

You can allow it to imprison you,

Tie you down in chains

And blind your eyes with tears

Or

You can surrender to its demanding clutch

Yield to its strict wand of instruction

And follow truth wherever it leads

And follow truth wherever it leads