A trap for the meek, as it waits discreetly,
For comfort to take order, and emotion to take over.
The least expected, is it’s greatest investment,
For it’s incontrollable nature, is it’s essential danger.
t-r-u-s-t.

Only in hindsight, do things come to light,
Leaving momentary bliss, as only a fraction of it’s mist.
Lost, in the security of the idealistic wish,
Gives loss, to the security of one’s internal switch…
Instinct – swallowed by the beating of the heart.
Extinct, is the mind, as it’s no longer in charge.
Trust.

Too much of it, and it cloud’s one’s judgement,
Too little of it, and it hazes one’s commitment.
Hence, to chose a side, is at what expense…
The loss of sense, or lost experience?
TRUST.