To Trust It

-To Trust It-
by
Keaton Foster



This heart
My soul
Wonders sown
God’s simple gift
Can it be this
Why not
Should I ask
Acumination
Summation
Then back again
This heart
To trust it
When nothing
Not a single thing
Can be believed
Life, so surreal
Empty at times
Does it feel
Then again
Full is the cup
That runneth over
Spilling out wisdom
Of course at a price
Sanity is an illusion
Perpetrated upon
The collected masses
They don’t know
But people like me
Those so widely aware
Know what’s happening
Wise we at times seem
Crazy concepts we bleed
Each line hides between
Each verse screams
A universal truth
To trust it
Is and will always be
The only real question
Who is asking
Mute is the point
Of the blade thrusted
Deep into our envious gut
We suffer for our ideas
We scream
For what we deem
Is quite real
Reality is at best
An experiment of opinion
To trust it
That is the question
And what we should be asking
A reply may of course be forthcoming
But we must be aware that the reply
Could lead to a new question
One maybe not so worth asking…


To Trust It
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013