The Truth Is Out There

I wrote this as a poem in Junior High but sang it once at a play audition.

    The truth is out there, just look harder
          if you find it, don't abuse it.

    The truth is out there, in a special place
      in a term of dimension, of a fourth taste.

    The truth is out there, wild and bold
          waiting for a person of time.

    A person of thinking, no one can control
              yet of heart and of soul.

    When it finds the door, it will only go in
          and lock it firmly in the mind.

      The truth is out there, but all are blind
        except for one, who stands behind.