Just a thought
When things get hard and the struggle remains
I will keep
close to the light
and when the possible turns into the impossible
emotions will run wild.
We will all make some great mistakes
the only mistake of mine
is having no mystery and optimism assigned
this turned a price so high.
Now with courage so broad as the big blue
and pride as cunning as the knife
a hunger so empty wouldn't cross
and a touch that raped the night
As the inevitable of the great
will be seen
and hope of the poor shall be primed
I cross my hands and
close my eyes
so in nothing I will confide.