The Voice

What is truth? Written in response to the philosophical question 'what is real?'

Torn from the weave
Life wilts into Nether
         The voice fades amongst the lies
Into Nether hearts are cast,
Begone all hope of the 'morrow.
         Dreams of truth rise above the weave
On the 'morrow dreams are known
'Till twisted by the voice.
         Cast aside the fold, turn against the voice
The voice weaves the words,
Threads of life, into the fold.
         Free of doubt, life shall flourish