Trust

Trust

A Poem by Que

 

Trust is a strange thing
for a human to have.
 
True.
 
Not because it isn’t expected.
 
It is.
 
But because it’s so unnatural.
 
If you’re sure.
 
A person’s purpose is to survive,
maybe to add a generation too.
 
Your opinion.
 
Since a person is to survive
always at any cost
they cannot be trusted fully.
 
Supposedly.
 
And since a person can’t trust all
they can’t be fully trusted either.
 
With that logic.
 
Because they must survive as well
and maybe add a generation too.
 
Trust is a strange thing
for a human to have.
 
So I said.
 
Not because it isn’t expected.
 
Yes, I know.
 
But because it’s so difficult.
 
You’ve strayed.
 
A person’s purpose is to survive,
maybe add a generation too.
 
That’s better.
 
Since a person is to survive,
to the best of their ability,
it is worrisome to trust.
 
I disagree.
 
And since a person fears to trust
they must become trustworthy.
 
Impossible.
 
Because they must survive as well
and maybe add a generation too.

© 2009 Que


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