Trust

<br>he goes away<br>in search of a rose<br>in a drowning empty dawn<br>a paranoid dreamscape<br><br>he goes away<br>along all their empty faces<br>and all the blinded ears<br>no one helps him and no one carries him<br>running away....<br><br>and he carries a heart in his hand<br>a southfruit germ in the northern lands<br>drifting and drifting fornever to dwell<br><br>he goes away<br>a tousand people but alone<br>in a touch of misanthrophy<br>and a wish to escape<br>from this reality