A small virtue, trust.
Offered by all, never fulfilled.
Who knows what we see
Rather then seeing what we know?
We shake hands, then depart to different worlds.
What does the act signify?
Have we merely followed custom?
Do you find ritual or affirmation in the event?
I do not know your mother
Or the unspoken demands she makes.
Do you wish life as an adventure?
Are we at eye level?
A stranger offers refuge,
A nonbinding resolution.
We can address all issues, with prejudice,
Possibly, with equal ignorance.
Coming in from the cold,
Seeking shelter from isolation,
Allows the engine to run,
And accepts trusts decapitation.
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