Do I trust you?

Deceptive governor of limb and life,

world's agreement is the mind's strife,

Threat being like a needle cuts like a knife,

One good outcome and showing negative possibilities five.

Melancholic meadows and mastery in mystery,

Pessimistic perpetrators and plentiful peasantry,

The mind's confused con births paradoxical poetry,

Wingless vagabond falcons flying far fluently.

Only the poet knows the naked truth covered in verses,

If only the mind knew the difference between boons and curses.

Multiple directions the road diverges,

Playful perception, to the mind it all merges.

Unaware of what the mind is trying to tell me,

Confusing conclusions they swiftly fell me,

Questioning intentions when they act friendly,

Terrifying thoughts burying gently.

Do I trust the mind, what it seems to be summing up,

Is this feeling new or just older pains coming up,

How do you be sure when you feel everything churning up,

Pouring water but still feeling its burning up.

"Its not that big of a deal, its just you"

Maybe, but wait, do I trust you.......