there are so many words that fall to dust
the silences where love has gone to die
we've come to take too little life on trust
we do those things that we have not discussed
hours weigh and drag the soul itself is dry
there are so many words that fall to dust
we claim the whole thing's failure to adjust
to what we find out is just passing by
we've come to take too little life on trust
there is no living soil beneath the crust
what has been sold no one will think to buy
there are so many words that fall to dust
no action happens just because it must
we do not think that bird has cause to fly
we've come to take too little life on trust
the one who rules may think that he is just
but all the rest will know that's just a lie
there are so many words that fall to dust
we've come to take too little life on trust
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
31 January 2008
life on trust
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