Who can you trust

If you can't trust anyone?
You can't trust you with me,
or them and us, you can't trust the
words by the books on your shelf,
the poetry by its prodigal fire,
the sorrow by its whitewalled gloom.

Because the whole universe
has gone into question,
don't you see?
Your whole universe slips
out of your fingers, hollering
and melting to the floor.

One falls into the quick
assumption that one can not
both live and understand life.

This is not entirely true.

Professor tells you one day
not to take anything to heart,
that it's all theory and no
action, that higher learning
is all theory and no action,
will that be your life too?

All theory, no action.
The shoes on your feet
don't have enough traction
to be combating uphill,
when all your principles

were built on theories.
There's a lesson here--
trust no one.

Trust not you, not your professor,
not your family and certainly not friends.
You should know I can't trust me,
I've been sick perpetually
over the naiveity of living
small, when my heart is so large,
your heart's large too.

You just gotta open it up
and let it suck the doubt away,
and, Jesus, even I can't seem to do it,
and when the advice-giver can't
take his own words to heart,

how can you ever trust what he says?