Catch the spinning prisms of my mind

So that away on a wing we can go to find,

The truth that few may know or admit

That it is better to be hurt by honesty than deceit.

 

For of all the sounds we make

And of all the words we speak,

Or of all the notes we cue

Few come tomorrow, will still ring true.

 

Every promise you receive

Every emotion you perceive,

Examine them closely through eyes of old

Counterfeit mostly, bought entirely as sold.

 

Real trust hurts, trusting is pressure

You put a lot in, hope for a lot back,

If you lose your nerve you will fail for sure

So you try to avoid the caring knack.

 

You didn’t mean to fall in love mould

All you wanted in the whole wide world,

Was just to have some fun

But now the risk of cost has come.

 

But future’s focus is still remote and grey

We must trust today for the sake of today,

For there will always be a cloud in sight

Happiness by nature being but a fleeting flight.