I would like to believe in innocence
Yet I tend to look beyond
Trying to read the mind 

I like to take things at face value
But I’m learning to read between lines
Trying to catch tricky signs 

Nothing is as it appears
When it’s foggy, I can aim
It’s crystal clear, I lose focus  

Can’t say the world is a cheat
They tell me I’m responsible
For being so damn gullible  

Rakshita Verma
April 23, 2007