Terminal Stillness - Authority for Truth

They must find it hard to take Truth for authority who have so long mistaken Authority for Truth. You hide behind the experts when you cast your stone, While the authority of truth cannot reach your throne. You wield your words like daggers, poisoned, sharp, and keen, Twisting what the others wrote, missing what they mean. You wear your intellect like armor, shining bright, But underneath it all, there's nothing else in sight. You criticize the masses call them blind and meek, Yet when the questions come, your own resolve is weak. You think you've cracked the code, the secrets of the wise, But wisdom is not fury or disdain within your eyes. It’s in the quiet moments with every question asked, That truth begins to shimmer when answers drop their mask. You're a castle made of sand, a house of cards in the storm, A frame of borrowed truths, a hollow fragile form. When the stormy winds of doubt come howling through your core, You start to fall to pieces and can't bear it anymore. You claim your vision's perfect that you use a clearer lens, But it’s just a simple mirror that makes a false pretense. You preach a moral compass, but you shift with every tide, A lighthouse with no beacon, with nothing left inside. You wear your intellect like armor, shining bright, But underneath it all, there's nothing else in sight. You criticize the masses call them blind and meek, Yet when the questions come, your own resolve is weak. You think you've cracked the code, the secrets of the wise, But wisdom is not fury or disdain within your eyes. It’s in the quiet moments with every question asked, That truth begins to shimmer when answers drop their mask. You're a castle made of sand, a house of cards in the storm, A frame of borrowed truths, a hollow fragile form. When the stormy winds of doubt come howling through your core, You start to fall to pieces and can't bear it anymore.