In truth, there is no reason to enjoy yourself.

In truth, there is no reason to grasp life by the horns.

In truth, logic is worthless.

But then, in truth, everything else makes sense.

The truth is not always right.

While it may present facts, it also presents the falsifications presented by our mind.

And the generalizations we make in them.

In truth I am right.

But then, in truth, I am wrong.

Paradoxes and oxymorons, my words are senseless.

But then, in truth, they mean everything.

And if everything is in truth false, then these words have no meaning.

But then, in truth, they do.

In truth, there is no truth.

In truth, there is no false.

In truth, there is no right.

In truth, there is no wrong.

In truth, there is no win.

In truth, there is no loss.

In truth, there is no life.

In truth, there is no death.

But then, in truth, there are all of these things.

And they are made real by what the world shapes our minds to think.

In truth, there is not a way to comprehend.

But then, in truth, there is.

Randomly presenting us with this and that

And a plethora of stimulants

We have no chance to find the truth.

Because the truth is hidden.

Which, in truth, means the truth is nonexistent.