She searches for truth
For validation
For reason That if she finds it, then she will find her own truth
As if the truth inside her is not enough
So she looks out, for a way in
For the compass that will point her towards herself
In this day and age of experts, it’s hard to accept herself as one
By what authority does she have truth? Who would dare trust her with it?
“It is my gift to you” a voice says “All you need do is accept it”
