Truth

Is there absolute truth?
Do lies simply shelter it like a roof?
To the vicious point that truth is blurred?
And fantasy and reality is stirred,
But what is true?
Is it the black, white or blue?
Is it anything that is not a lie?
Will we fight for it till we die?
Or is it what we see?
But from our vision things can flee,
When our apparent vision is so sly,
How can they call it a lie?
It is not of our doing,
We're not responsible for the fooling,
Wouldn't it be a truthful lie?
Innocently wrapped in a perplexed tie,
Unable to extricate itself from the muddle,
This untitled unknown fuddles,
Is the truth hidden between the lines?
Where our perception blinds?
So the naked truth we can never see,
As it covers itself in garments of fallacy
Then we can say absolute truth is non-existent,
But then perhaps it is just mangled and bent.
Unreachable it appears aloof,
Is there really any absolute truth?