To Trust or Not to Trust

To Trust or Not to Trust?

“Make it a Black Box”, I say

“Or make it the purest of water.”

Their faces they grim, their heads they sway.

With their hands over their chest

They can’t look me in the eye.

I silently scream, silently plead

Give me a hint, give me an inclination

Whom am I to go to

In this Paradise of overflowing Love.

Beyond the horizon I see a dream

A dream that wants me to start early

But they won’t let me go

For they have yet use of me.

I will myself onwards

Very like a horse spent.

I look to my master for help,

My master with five faces.

One eggs me on, one smiles like a buffoon

One gives a twinkle and two lie like spectators

A friendly shove, a sound advice?

Something to quench my thirst

All around me I see masks and more masks,

To trust or not to trust?