Silent thoughts

The truth is not always clear to those of whick seak it
Nor is everything as simple as the words on this page
That you see in black and wight
Nor is good nor evil ever correct
In the constant ways it is foretold
More or less it is just bound
Between the construct of reality and those that hold the power
Those that stray from the path they were put apon
Are not always A fool that they are seen to be
So is ones personal thaughts more important
Than the grand desighn that was drawn out
Hundreds of years agown by those of which are no longer living
That are no more than ink in a histroy book
And a eroding headstone in a dark and forgotten field
Yes things from the era of our beginning may still exist
What use are they now to us
From the war tattered coats of those clever enough to survive
But with the age of today covering the past
Like a brand new slick and shink mask
So  if you ask a question and get an answer
That you would never find on you own
And consider it the truth
And later tell somebody else what you have learned
And the original answer you were given
Was no more than a simplistic lie
To try and feed the minds of the kuerious
Is the information still a lie
When you tell somebody else what you were told
Or is new truth  created
So does that mean everything you ever do or doent do
Is not on 1 path nor another nor off of both
Does it simply mean you walk up and down
A flight of invisible levitating stairs
Hoping not to miss the next step
And fall to your death apon the ground beneath you
Nor take a turn that leads you to the worst