Outside The Box

Outside The Box short poem

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What is truth?
We live our lives being told what is true.
Truths in science fall by the wayside when
new “truths” are discovered. But, how true are they?
Religions will tell you their truths.
Problem is few agree. So how true can they be?
People will tell what is true but can they be trusted?
Society will tell its truths, but should you agree?
We are born into a world full of “truths”.
Truths laid down by others many long dead.
Should we simply agree?
The answer is no. Open your mind to all the possibilities.
Do not let others rubber stamp your beliefs.
Many snake oil salesmen will try to out fox.
Ask questions, think hard, don’t simply agree.
Think outside the box.

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