Truely Truely

Relitivism,
Shifting like the sands.
The wind moves
Your mountains.
The world swings
Too and frow,
Too and frow.
This truth
Holds no ground
Rocking like
A dingy in the seas.
The sailors bail
as all they know fails.
If only the world could see.
But blindness Plauges
Us all
And we sit waiting,
Waiting for the mountians
To Fall