It’s so easy to trust
So much easier
Than to think the worst

Am I blind?
Stand I in this den of iniquity
And see only saints?

My lonely soul sees no evil
This den is full of lonely souls
Connecting, dividing, scarring

Believe in the fantasy
But don’t believe the fantasy
That fragile skin

Give only
What you can afford to lose
Expect nothing back

Expectations are voids
Black spaces to be filled
But left wanting

Trust denotes expectation
It’s so easy to expect
So easy to trust