All of the trust hidden within
Varies from day to day.
Sometimes we open the box
Nothing wants to stay.
Shells of ammunition
Not in it’s appropriate place
This is the time I’ve chosen
To show my real face.
It’s a tinderbox
A silly one, I’ve made it out of wood
I could easily strike the match in it
Don’t trust me, I would.
With varying degrees of certainty
I’ve opened this box of late
Within the hands of justice
But never, ever, trust fate.
It’s a tinderbox of secrets
Every lie, ever told
You can raise the bet to the lady
But you can never, ever fold.
Walking around with my box in hand
I was telling her about this war
She said “put the box down, silly
We aren’t fighting it anymore.”
Then sitting at the table
Covered in food from my favorite dish
I uttered the words between breaths
“Yes, but may I have another wish?”