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Unto Our Fallen Muse

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Friday, October 27, 2006

HOPE REVIVED:

More Reasons Not To Dispair:


Where’s my optimism?

Why is it always so easily slipping away?


I have no reason to fear

Except that fear comes so naturally,

In the world today.


Every piece of news we hear is

Telling us to worry about something,

Or everything.


But everything is still alright with you,

Everything is still just fine with me.


We’re still fitting together,

Almost seamlessly;

So there are no tears in the fabric,

No matter how hard I might try

To spot them, and stop them, before they spread.


Yeah, you’re still hoping to see me,

And I’m still hoping to see you,

And hope is something grand.


Small words can work miracles

On minds that are off-kilter.

So why should I dismiss this small talk?

It’s more than useless chatter.


Every word is a small step

In some future direction.


A building block to add to a stockpile of hope,

And these blocks have values, even in themselves.


If the mountain of hope does crumble,

The pieces will remain as

Pleasant memories.

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