Trusting. Rusting.
Crumbling to dust before the eyes.
Don't love your life so much,
The little bird said -
Because it's only with some trust
That anyone gets ahead.
Trusting. The slow process where
Everything may be revealed
To that one whom you believe in.
The guardian of your secrets.
Rusting. When moisture oxidized iron
And makes it Brown and Weary,
Somewhat (tetany) Scary.
People rust too from the inside.
Crumbling to dust. When nothing is left,
Not even the shell and the spirit,
It flies free. It's ok to make mistakes,
The little bird said -
It's the only way you learn.
Trusting. Rusting.
Crumbling to dust before the eyes.
Can you let go and fly with me?
The little bird asked -
I promise you won't regret the flight.
