I know a mantra or maybe a motto
Said in silence or sometimes aloud
Reminding what’s real and what isn’t whose
Sad at the start
The center convicting
By the end nothing’s certain except that all’s OK
Then begins the search for the voice that sounds the same as the one that I’d warned ought be a good traveller
And it becomes clear
It’s been there for some time on errands and visits and telling it’s truths and the truth
Now what say you voice of what’s real and what’s whose and is all in truth OK?