Trust is found
Trust in man was lost today
Trust in man that is never quite regained
Trust was lost when you started to betray
Trust was lost when you didn't care enough to say
Trust was lost when you used me as your social play
Trust was lost when you hurt me in front of family and those that used me as prey
Trust was lost when you denied me of my greatest day
Trust was lost when you ignored my loves and hates
Trust was lost when you borrowed and never repaid
Trust was lost when I gave and you treated me as a slave
Trust was lost when I cared and all you wanted was pay
Trust was lost when I loved and you treated me as the fool
Trust was lost when I had a great passion and you treated it as a ration
Trust was lost when I looked in your eyes and saw the truth, but you continued to lie
Trust was lost when I asked you to help and you never even tried
Trust was found and everything turned around
When I lowered my head and looked up to the Masters stead
Trust was found and with it came the sound of the beginning to an eternal round
For on that day trust was found
Trust becomes sound, only when man looks around and realizes that
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Broken up
One-fourth of the moon was hidden behind the shadows tonight
It was as if a blanket of comfort had left my site
I questioned whether it was me that was unworthy of its light
I wondered why or how this happened, what brought on the plight
I felt sorrow for the others who are also without the light
I stared off into the night, looking for the shadow moon, out of site
Absent
I look up to the stars and their minuscule glittering of the sky
I see their design, their presence, their heir
I feel their warmth, their friendship, their light, their glow
I recognize the bear, the hunter, the dipper, the arrow, the bow
I follow the star, north to my home ever so slow
Transfixed on the beauty of the dancing heavenly beings
Entertaining, leading, playing, bringing me home to their transcending
I return home with the feeling of no longer being alone
I look out my window and see the moon
Three-fourths glowing beyond the light in the room
One-fourth forgotten in the light, bonding with the glitter in the sky
One-fourth remembered when the shadow disappears and I see
The light as a whole, the lessons, the roles, the fun and the holds
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50 States in fifty states
The journey begins with all forms of transportation, for all speeds and conditions that will persist and exist.
You will travel as far as able with no destination but the desire to see and experience everything within a nation.
Your means are determined by the location and situation with which you find your self in and at the time of needed transportation.
Your journey begins from within the state you reside.
It is from here that you will travel north, south, east, or west in destination for nowhere, but everywhere... somewhere to rest.
You travel through Washington, in the middle of a rainstorm.
Through Oregon you journey along the beautiful but treacherous coast.
California is long and covers many moods, but in the end it is so beautiful.
Idaho, you see potatoes, and Craters Of The Moon, beautiful unless winter, which always comes too soon.
Nevada is next, the deserts are so plain, gambling keeps your mind off of the mundane.
Utah's mountains are a sight to see, tough to travel through but worth the scenery.
Arizona dries you out, unless you’re north away from the drought.
The west-coast is only the beginning, a foreshadowing of what will come in your sojourning.
You see the mountains, and the plains, you journey through forests, fields and rains.
This is only the beginning to greater feats yet pending.
You can travel on, in hopes of dreams that can be fulfilled, or rest yourself and retire at will.
You can travel on to see the hills, the plains, the swamps and the oceans reigns, or you can end your journey having seen enough to fulfill your lives dreams.
There is no problem with this route, it just ends and that is your way out.
For those that continue, come vast amounts of precious venues.
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