Constant Trust

It's not the boat that makes us float. It's the buoyant sea.
It's not the rote that makes us gloat.
It's the buoyant glee.
It's not the grace that makes us pace. It's the sprightly goal.
It's not the place that makes us race.
It's the sprightly soul.
It's not the cash that makes us stash. It's the selfish greed.
It's not the flash that makes us brash.
It's the selfish deed.
It's not the sand that makes us land. It's the dazzling shore.
It's not the hand that makes us stand.
It's the dazzling score.
It's not the sneer that makes us fear. It's the awesome brawl.
It's not the clear that makes us cheer.
It's the awesome thrall.
It's not the scope that makes us mope. It's the constant lust.
It's not the hope that makes us cope.
It's the constant trust.