2005-02-19 - 12:28 a.m.
�Trust�
Trust is not something you earn,
Nor is it something you can give.
Trust just plainly exists.
It seems to wonder without purpose or origins,
It�s a never conceding mystery.
But even though there are so many unknown factors,
There are still a few scattered certainties.
Trust is something that can easily be swayed from one�s side,
Without a warning,
Without a reason.
It strikes with such force,
Yet,
With it�s stealth it can cause uneasiness for those nearby.
And It is not often revived within the same realm.
It is impossibility to decide whom you trust,
It chooses itself.
It wanders aimlessly among the living,
Feeding,
Breathing,
Waiting,
Waiting for it�s unsuspecting victim,
To assault it�s prey.
But,
Because we know not were it starts,
We cannot learn of it�s origins or reasons.
We only find it�s corps,
It�s remains,
Only it�s end.
So to find it�s origins we must examine the remains.
Something I am confident that many have had a chance to dissect before,
To have taken part in an autopsy,
Only to discover one thing
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It�s beyond your control.
