God Of Trust

Everyone's privelege to shift,
Make the choice to spread the gift.
Saps you of all your guts,
Leaves you naked to your butts.

It isn't a must,
But I send it to all.
A single floating bottle in the ocean,
Waiting for that shore to pick it up,
Opportunity to read the letter inside
And luck to heed the message imbibed.

I'm lucky,
My trust flows to all.
And to most they reach back,
They return my call.

Be wary be wary.
There's always a cliffhanger
Wantin waiting to hold you in free fall.

The little pretenders who sneak past
Weary eyes and screw fast.
In my trust you break the bottle, I bear and go on,
But burn the letter and I will be gone.

You say you're old and going cold,
You say I'm young but real bold.
Your condescending tones had me sold,
I was your free clay to mould.

Instead you squish me...
Lie that you miss me.
Diss me and piss me,
While i shutup and let your shit be.

My trust is my phoenix,
It'll never die.
Rise always from the ashes of burnt words,
And never cry.
But when I do,
I will heal atleast one
Of a disease without cure,
With just love so pure.

Some night when I stare at the scars of old,
I won't feel all that cold.
My trust then I will fold,
And cast into open waters bold.
All in hope that it will see things I haven't,
See love and static in wild form.
While I remain a passing tide,
The gentle breeze that soothes you when you are angry,
The petal that you carress and is then carried away,
The shooting star which brings you such joy,
I am it all, but still just a boy.
I am the God of Trust,
Who brings that bottle to you,
But you do anything which you shouldn't,
I will disappear.
And you just exist,
Without a clue.