How can we trust?
When there are so many ways to be betrayed,
And so many reasons to fear,
Why do we believe anyone?
Is it some irrational instinct,
To keep us together,
Despite our fickle minds?
Or a fading dream,
Of how we used to see,
And how we used to feel?
Can we accept the truth,
In words on a screen,
When the face behind them is hidden?
Should we be afraid,
Of what we can't prove,
And what will never be known?
Is blind faith lost,
To this race of skeptics?
Does it have a place any more?

Is there an answer to these questions?
Yes.

But we all answer differently.