Jim van den Bos
The darkness shoved over my eyes
Told to trust in their direction
While being spinned around
They pushed me in all directions
I believed and trusted in something
Listening I dropped my guard and went
Along with the flow my peers said to trust
I was given a stick, a weapon to hold myself
Swoosh, swing, laughs, ridicule, my security
It all blows up in the invisible maelstrom
My ears grasp a bit of balance and everything
It has been made impossible to go by anything
Swing, Swoosh, kablam. I hit something, I think
The darkness is lifted, candy splashes downwards
My rewards are there after theirs, presented in availability
I’ll just take some sugar while I wait for my trust to grow again