The Quest for Objective Reality

The nature of truth, so hard to define,

Yet we seek it out, with an unyielding mind.

Is it subjective, or objective in kind?

This question, so perplexing, it leaves us behind.

We seek out the truth, in a world so vast,

And wonder if it's something that we can grasp.

Is it hidden away, or out in the open,

This quest for the truth, forever unbroken.

We search high and low, to unravel the mystery,

Of this concept so abstract, yet integral to history.

Objective or subjective, we ask in a flurry,

For the truth is elusive, like a bird in a hurry.

Do we find it in reason, or is it found in faith?

Is it something that's constant, or fleeting like wraith?

The search for the truth, an unending quest,

For we want to know, what is real and what is just.

The nature of truth, so complex and intricate,

A never-ending journey, with no final endpoint.

Yet we continue to seek, with a burning desire,

For the truth is what fuels, our passion and fire.