adventures in dysthymia

Sunday, November 30, 2008


I choose to think there's meaning to life
But fear I am mistaken;
I want to hope peace follows strife
And though we dream, we'll waken.
I try believing all we're told,
That now leads to forever;
Faith's the only glue to hold
That house of cards together.

When the storm eternal rages
Any roof must do;
When we huddle in our cages
Every word rings true.
When the sole alternative
Is to embrace despair,
What choice is there but to live
Life as if we care?

Stephen Brooke ©2008

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