I thought I was a believer
though I felt it’s weird.
Who should I trust?
My dog – god -, for sure.
Men have become astray
and so, have I.
Should I believe myself?
But why?
Once naïve, sleeping like a log
now all is gone in distrust;
all in vain except for my dog.
She stretches her legs on my lap;
no care for little respect.
She feels secure; she knows no trap.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 12:05 PM UTC
I thought I was a believer
though I felt it’s weird.
Who should I trust?
My dog – god -, for sure.
Men have become astray
and so, have I.
Should I believe myself?
But why?
Once naïve, sleeping like a log
now all is gone in distrust;
all in vain except for my dog.
She stretches her legs on my lap;
no care for little respect.
She feels secure; she knows no trap.
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