The Truth Has No Colour

On its day of manufacturing The truth was not prescribed any colour It was left on its original uniform It is the clearest thing ever made It is easy to trample on it Because it is invincible to the naked eye It is easy to spit on it Because it has no patterns It is neither solid nor liquid It is not a gas as well Just like water The truth can be contaminated And be clothed with all sorts of colourants It can be divided into little bits and pieces And be distorted Just like water The truth has no taste But it is the best thing ever made It is made to quench the thirstiness of the spirit Without the truth, the spirit is dehydrated Dizzy and wobbling It is delirious And out of tune with reality The truth is the fabric of the spirit The truth is living water Without the truth, the spirit is formless And unhinged Lost in the wilderness of wickedness