All truth seekers are Donkeys.
And truth, the Carrot on a stick:
Existing not, in its fixed form;
But as an enticing Mirage,
That constantly changes,
In color, and form, and size, and shape;
And dangles, in a volatile scape
That, too, constantly changes,
In firmaments, and terrains;
Before the Donkey's rational mind
Which, too, constantly changes,
In motifs and perceptions.
Pradeep Dhavakumar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-truth-seekers/
