Even in the darkest of times,
a light shines at the horizon.
I look up to the sky,
where a patch of blue peeks from behind the grey.
“Hope is a thing with feathers,”
Emily once wrote,
now I see hope, flying by me, spotting a mouse.
Live and let live…
or is it live and let die?
The mouse escapes and hope remains.
What if all the good things in this world were true
And all the bad things weren’t
And what if all this was personal
And I could be the one to say,
“This is good,” and “this is bad.”
And “This is right,” and “this is wrong.”
The world would be a funny place
I take it you’ve been here before
You seem to know the way
Could you take me with you?
I seem to be lost
I just can’t find the path
You know… the one
My heart cries out, my head spins
My legs take me to places I didn’t know existed
But it just isn’t what I…