It’s as if nothing truly exists

As if the concept of truth itself is not true

We search for the truth

We think we’ve found it

We revel,marvel in the bliss it offers

Not so soon,we soon find out

That the bliss was a mist and the fog has disappeared

All you got was….what do you even call it?

From misery to joy and back to despair

The quest,once so attractive though far-fetching

Now it has no charm,not even existence

We’re back to the beginning

Only with a zing of enlightenment

Maybe it existed,or still exists