History is a mystery-
until you’ve found someone who lived through it.

But then again, 
did their emotions form their notion of the moment? 
or did they claim it and own it? 

has time altered their memory, 
shaping imagination into reality?
Where’s the credibility? 

I only have faith in one thing, 
and it’s not humanity. 

I can’t believe anybody, 
I can’t trust anything.
But I can entertain everybody
and every being.