It's Still Life

There’s the Rub

I’ve learnt that truth
defies definition.
It vacillates,
shifts,
trims,
sometimes truth is a sail,
a forgetfulness
of the heart.
If you sing lullabies
to your conscience,
you’ll not apt to sleep.
I’ve learnt
that living is friction,
and there’s the rub.

Poetic Asides Day 20 prompt, write a “what I learned” poem.