A form of truth

I want to tell more stories,
But I don't know where to begin,
Some truths hold out their meaning,
Some dreams in the fog they stay.

So I'll pluck away at this keyboard,
Until the end of time,
Seeking those strange stories,
Word's are a form of truth,
After all. 

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