Love

Love is a myth

That will never exist



And hate?

Hate is a lie

That everybody denies



So what does that leave left?

Neutrality?

Neutrality is an idea

That was never evident.



And trust?

Ha, trust is a joke

That nobody has ever, nor will ever understand.



Which leaves behind a very cold word

Filled with nothing

Leaving everything empty inside

Leaving everyone hopeless and heartless



I speak of a world that we live in now

Yet someway somehow

Most of us, maybe all of us, remain hopeful

Somehow someway

We remain

With that very important part of us

Still beating in our chest



But someday

Will our hope and heart disappear?

Will the ideas and myths still be here?

Will we all be cold

Without any hope

Or shall it turn around for the best?



Will love become fact from a myth

Shall hate be a truth rather than a lie?

And could trust possibly-?

Could trust ever possible be

A seriousness everybody believed and knew

Could trust be trusted in and understood?



Which way could we all possible turn?

Which way could our world possibly become?

For better or for worse?