'Ain't' Truth

Do you want to hear the Truth?
Do you want to know the Truth?

What if the Truth dashed your dreams and your desires?  What if the Truth was impolite?  What if the Truth was fierce and unrelenting?  What if the Truth has nothing whatsoever to do with you?  Doesn't consider you?  Doesn't think you're a victum.  Doesn't think you're ordained by God.  Doesn't think you are a unique flower or butterfly or whatever?!
What if the Truth was straightforward?  Would you want to hear that you're seperated from it?  It's kinda rough, ain't it?
To know that you can never differentiate yourself from the Truth that does not flater nor faulter!
That the World!
Will never!
Acknowledge your hidden pains and struggles.
Not unless you entertain them.
and guess what.
Even then it ain't about you!
Wait a minute.  What did he say?
That it ain't about you!

That you can exhaust your energies, your passions, your pains here for all to take place in.
And this thing called Life
Called Poetry
Called Art.
It ain't about you.
And that's the truth.