This is a strange commodity - the truth.
Each Merchant sells its own - the cost - your Life.
Your soul, I heard, you can sell for a lie,
And gain yourself the everlasting youth.
So, buy the truth and wait for your last day,
And at the end for the eternal bliss,
Or buy a lie and swing the life away -
No worries - if the lie is a truth - you'll gain,
But if the truth is a lie, no doubt, you'll lose.
If that's the choice why there are no queues for lies,
And lives are lost for the unproven truth?
I guess the pride - the vanity of a goose,
But then the truth is from the start - a lie.