What Is the Truth?

Time keeps on moving.
I'm always stuck a few days back.
Sometimes, a few days ahead.
Sometimes, just stuck.

My outside seems dormant,
Both to me and to others.
Internally, I'm somewhere else.
Somewhere I enjoy being at all times.

A place where time rarely matters.
Action keeps me entertained,
Along with a few morbid things.
Many have reason to judge me here.

Unlike the world where nobody knows.
They don't know me.
They don't know others.
Not even themselves.

Judging by what they are taught,
Not what they see.
They believe ignorance is bliss.
I believe in the truth...my truth, anyway.