It's True*

Have you ever believed something
That turned out wasn’t true?
Belief is malleable
Fallable
As more information
Reveals itself
The picture can completely change
I know
Because I’m an artist
My truth changes every day
I draw another line
Or put some red in there
And it’s an entirely different picture
Scientists used to think the world was flat
And the earth was the center of the Universe
My friend Fred thought his girlfriend
Was in love with him
But he just pointed his love
At someone who didn’t exist
Words on a screen
Or from someone’s mouth
Aren't enough
A fake match
Of interpreted facts
That feel “right” to me
Tethered to the wind
With no ground to stand on
Is kind of terrifying
Like I don’t exist
But real freedom can be just that
Terrifying
It doesn’t matter how sure I am
I try to remember
There is a chance
I’m wrong
It’s good to be passionate
But I get suspicious
Of people who claim to know too much
Or seem overly confident
Because even if it turns out
They’re right today
They could be wrong tomorrow
When the next truth
In an eternity of unseen truths
Lying ahead
Rears its head