Harold, can I trust you? I'll help you if you're off the stuff Such energy your fountain And are all good things not just enough? For when I call on you, I will With nothing else to measure Your attic trash from buried treasure Horizontal monsters Are rising up for selfish pleasure Parts unknown and nowhere to be found So Harold, do you trust me? The ultimatum never flies Discussions are inadequate How do you know the wind has eyes Like so many God's creatures? And like all balloon animals Deflated, slowly losing speed Like all the worlds around them That kings and kingdoms still not seed Let filthy toxic visions be destroyed With every expectation for a boy To find happiness but not joy Trust them Trust them Trust them Trust them Trust them Trust them now Harold, do you trust them The hourglass or the fisted glove? Sand through the fingers emptying For loved ones that you did not love And do not Trust them Trust them Trust them Trust them Trust them Trust them now Trust them now