What is the truth?

What is the truth when we bury it
Slowly it transmits
lifts a secret and we carry it
Credit ourselves with justice for our benefits
we speak so sweet and clear then cover them with ignorance
but the fact of it all is we are born with irrelevance
lies define your faith but youre brilliance cant be silenced
not tamed nor blamed nor changed.
We only seek the truth but in your preference
there exist no such thing only vigilance
you resist the charm of righteousness
paint your canvas with falseness
but dont hurry yourself to accommodate
the judgment of your fate will bring a further date
from the day you recover your ways just to realize its to late
i want you to reflect and remember in the presence of the youth
and most of all ask yourself
what is the truth?