Core Of Mistrust

Crawling along on all fours, searching for the life so negligently dropped along an unused pathway once strayed onto. There seems to be no glimmer to guide, no string or stones to follow back in time, sliding along baggage, in case finding it accidentally one day. Traipsing the world over wisdom and knowledge, the only real truths anyone can hang onto. Reiterating pathways traveled, finding no use because their ears are blocked by other's betrayals and lies. So continually walking alone, silent to the core of my being, not ever coming home to the mistrust of other's in life.