Who do I trust, whom should I pry?
Who should be my call, when my lips tremble dry?
Who should I rely upon,for the saddest day of my life?
Who should be by my side, when  life’s the pinpoint of a knife?
Who should hold me with strength ?
Who should walk along my life’s length?
Who should cry on my stiffened body, and cold blood?
Who should remember me , from the scent of soil, and a mystifying bud?
I know the one who should; but who wont,
I know just,the bliss of dreams , desires just my own,
I know the brittle mirror of reality, where he resides,
I know I walk the ray of sunlight, when I should follow the cosmic tides.