Will I Trust

This is a passing cloud
A miasma it is
You say

To me
Issa tornado
In my brain cells

Continually convincing
My dopamine and serotonin
To resolve to an equilibrium
All in vanity

My tears
My daily bread
Down in the dumps
My soul

Even though I walk
In utter darkness
In Whom Who calls light
Outta darkness will I trust