Words cannot compare
How our moods fair today
Tomorrow comes, tomorrow goes
but this mood is still as raw
Sending out signals of distress
Prayers of complete dispair
My heart longs for a miracle
At the tip of a wand, so magical
Tears could have overflowed,
Had it not already dried up
The little hope that grows
will sooner or later die out
Optimism is the key
Yet pessimism’s the winner
Whatever the end shall be
I pray that it’s for the better
6 Dec 1996