trust?

i wonder
if you will
hold my hand
and allow me
to lead

i think its hard
for you to believe
in my vision
in my direction
or my path

its tough to
follow me
for you don’t
trust me
not anymore

so where should i
walk now
where should i
head to
and where must i stand?

if i have none
to hold me
my hands will
sway
to the stormy wind again

and i shall wander
and be lost
for long
and
for good

so trust i believe
is the root
that holds me
its your hand
that i need

yet i cannot grab it
its not up to me
to reach out rather
its up to you
to race up to me

to ground me
when i evaporate
and to give me a
tiny place
to stay.