Trust Them Now
Harold, can I trust you?
I'll help you if you're off the stuff
Such energy, your fountain
And are all good things not just enough?
For when I call on you I will
With nothing else to measure
Your attic trash from buried treasure
Horizontal monsters
Are rising up for selfish pleasure
Parts unknown and nowhere to be found
So Harold, do you trust me?
The ultimatum never flies
Discussions are inadequate
How do you know the wind has eyes?
Like so many God's creatures
And like all balloon animals
Deflated, slowly losing speed
Like all the worlds around them
That kings and kingdoms still not seed
Let filthy toxic visions be destroyed
With every expectation for a boy
To find happiness but not joy
Trust them, trust them
Trust them, trust them
Trust them, trust them now
Harold, do you trust them?
The hourglass or the fisted glove
Sand through the fingers emptying
For loved ones that you did not love
And do not
Trust them, trust them
Trust them, trust them
Trust them, trust them now