A Path So Constant

Be sure of the sound you hear; what is so easily silence could  be deceiving.
Is it what you see after the light has dimmed only to show nothing where something belonged?
Or is it perhaps the stench of the absence of concentration, or the feel of something long after departed? What was true now shadows itself again, in the wake of the truth now changed. How to prove the truth of what was when all believe so blindly on what is; why the unsolicited disruption of a path so constant?