John Thomas Taylor - Genuineness

 

What I do means nil to me
Genuineness, my longing
I give my all to a valid plea
In search of this vague reality

I am stilled by my wronging
Longing for truth
Painting this picture as my portrait
Yet my eyes are blind

Reality, as certainty
A law in itself
Questioning, inquiring
To no prevail
And now I fold