Too Good To Be True

When all that is good is too good to be true All inspiration are works of fiction The things worthwhile fade to misty hues Of faded greens and dreary blues Life’s rewards are met with friction Trying hard to understand why Things go so very sadly awry Running from the lonely darkness To stay in the contented light Waiting for hope’s good salvation To relieve a feeling of desperation That follows like a tainted blight. The path seems aimless And fears are nameless Is it really any great wonder, a lack of trust The ethics of humanity are useless dust And experiences leave much to construe And a feeling that any good seems to good to be true