Ode to Trust

Trust, be my friend – for your refusal to die
when one faces deceit or unabashed lies
yes, you take a beating, but raise your head again
maybe because poor mortals have no alternative

when one faces deceit or unabashed lies
they know they need to trust to move ahead in life
maybe because poor mortals have no alternative
they reassess philosophy, rewrite the narrative

they know they need to trust to move ahead in life
they see you cracked in irreparable state
they reassess philosophy, rewrite the narrative
they construct new walls, know they woke up late

they see you cracked in irreparable state
they know they need protection, but against what
they construct new walls, know they woke up late
they swear never to trust again, yet reach your doorstep

they know they need protection, but against what
Trust, be my friend – for your refusal to die
they swear never to trust again, yet reach your doorstep
yes, you take a beating, but raise your head again

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Sunday Confessionals – Ode