How often do you wonder
about the thunder
that shakens your heart
making it pump fear all over your body?
The roar of the gods that compete
with that of your stomach?
The stomping of the legends that
send people fleeing to their huts
to protect what is dear to their hearts,
the electronics that make mother nature cry tears of acidity?

How often have you counted the stars
that are said to hold the spirits of the superior
and wonder why they too hide from
the thunder that screams terror to the ears of the deaf,
and ask yourself where the deemed inferior spirits lay?
for the legends are in heaven
were else the superior are in dead stars that later degenerate

How often do you ponder about God's endurance over one's behaviour
knowing that his wrath could destroy all living beings
and ask yourself why He remains calm like the flow of the river

How often do you ponder about humanity and ask yourself
where the evil that surrounds us comes from
and when will we be cured from it.

Is it really all right for me to trust you?
I was curious and doubtful

If you trust me first,
my dear I will not change first.