Trust and truth
When in a fragile universe where pretenses and cowards are massing,
the heart and soul attempt to deny the obvious.
In this masquerade scenery, certainties vanish, and the allies are choked with doubts.
They try and try again, because they know that to bind themselves would be salutary.
But the multitude of their choices does not eliminate their loneliness, it only distorts their judgment, smothers their hopes.
What crimes would they have committed that even friendship has become a luxury?
It's the appearance that attracts scavengers, like insects towards the flame.
Then their hearts dry up, to find no support, and withdraw into themselves, only certainty in their world.
Yet their dream is accessible; honest and safe beings exist everywhere.
But these souls are discreet and sometimes unfamiliar, their esteem has to be deserved just as much as their trust.
It would only be up to them to get closer and open their eyes; light and warmth radiate ever more than hypocrisy and selfishness.
Hope ! This is hope I cherish for them; that their unshakable faith still carry them a bit longer, until they find the softness and integrity of a true friendship.
