The Truth Seeker’s Lament (I Am)
A seeker of truth, they jest and they gloat,
In riddles and secrets, I drift like a boat,
With wisdom so sly,
And a wink of an eye,
I laugh at the lies they’re trying to promote.
Through cryptic old tomes where shadows reside,
I hunt for the truths that the dark tries to hide,
With knowledge as bait,
I revel in fate,
And dance with the myths they misidentify.
In libraries dank where the cobwebs entwine,
I search for the clues in the ancient design,
Their answers are grim,
But I’ll dive to the brim,
To sip from the chalice of truths so malign.
The mysteries deep are the prize that I chase,
Though their whispers are fraught with a ghastly embrace,
For each clue that I find,
Is a thread that unwinds,
And leads me to secrets I boldly efface.
The sages all snarl at my endless pursuit,
Yet revel in jests that are devilishly cute,
For the truth’s a grand jest,
With a devilish zest,
And I’ll dance through its flames in my dusty old suit.