The Moth Of The Truth Poem by Nadia Baazioui

I sit under a tree talking to my favorite butterfy
It was a rather a moth
And said to him dear moth can you tell me:
What am i doing?
Where am i?
Was it the right path that i had chosen?
Why spontaneity refers only to the weak in humanity?
Why are we always servant of those guided by their vanity?

But i say no,
To those who does not know,
I say no,
To any one claimming the truth is not the truth is not the thing we show,
Why does a blind one never need an effort to see truth
Nor does he try to change it to please his mood?
Though we may try hard to hide it,
Better than sufferring because of it
And always ignoring that
Life is but a reflection of your frame of mind.
You live in it as you may think of it
The moth in a sad voice answered me:
Dear friend Sorry to say:
That these are the ones
They need to be shown the way.
Forever wandering off, always astray