The Truth

The Truth is so near,
Yet unreachable, untouchable, distant.
I go after her
As a hunter
Following her invisible footsteps
Imprinted into the moss of the past.
I'm scared to death to breath
So that I won't frighten
That gentle creature.

Bu she always escapes,
And runs away from me
At a speed of light.

At the very moment,
Whent it already seems
That now I'll have her
Tightly squeezed in my fist,
She always escapes,
Just evaporates
And in a few moments condensates
Over thousands of light-dark-years.

I close my eyes
and the truth is here,
sitting calmly next to me.

Should I ever open them?