Adrift upon a sea of troubles,
where all the bad things seem to double,
but raise your head and look around,
look at the sea above the ground,
the bright blue, cloudless, jetless skies,
the sun so bright it fills your eyes;
breathe, and smell the grass so green,
and see the blooming cherry trees;
hear the soft sound of the wind,
the flutter of a starling’s wings,
feeding its new darling things;
the voices in the neighbour’s yards
unlaboured now, and working hard
to get through yet another day
that’s just like every other day.
But all days end and this one will
we don’t know how or when but still
the end will come and when it does
what world will there be left to us?
A different one than this, for sure,
one harder, darker, less secure,
but even then this bleak new world
will still be full of pretty girls
and boys, and all the sights to see
will still be there for you and me.
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