There is murder beyond thoughts

There is a massacre beyond words

Keep dreaming I say…

Until reality comes to give you a twitch

Work your way out of this mire

Until you exhaust your hope

To its very last drop

Make sense out of everything

Until you go insane

Keep hoping again…

Until you die trying

Make an effort to find beauty in the ugliest creature

Seek out kindness in the vilest of them all

The summit where laughter ceases, is where weeping begins

Try catching your unripe tears cup after cup

Relish them… until they dry out

Build yourself a sanctuary

Where you can venerate the optimism ever growing within

Hold on to the truth

You almost believed but not quite

Be on top of the line

When it comes to standing your ground

Search for one of your kind

Amongst the cynics around

Never say die

Until you’re six feet underground

What then comes after death?

Cold silence….