Trust is like a rotten tree
Something's always eating it up inside
Branches
reaching sky high
weaving a net for the flies
In faint light it's a simple
thing
You think you know what trust may bring
A certain sense of
security
but also a nature of duality
Given trust is not a luxury
It
reveals sides of people
we might not want to know
It changes the
picture
It's just replacing a problem
It's selfish thing to do
Do you
really think this info
will help the others too
Like maggots squirming in
the tree
you feel the ache of knowing secrets
You feel your hands are
tied
but yet your mouth is forming
words for eager ears and you
add yet
another link to the chain
giving your pain away
come what may you
say
Given trust is not a luxury
It reveals sides of people
we might not
want to know
It changes the picture
It's just replacing a problem
It's
selfish thing to do
Do you really think this info
will help the others
too
All that's left is a hollow tree
