A realists hope
I am a passionate woman,
I feel each treamour of the earth
Moving beneath steady feet,
But each pain, strewed
Across this battlefield of life
Reflected from every eye
Is like a knife slicing deep
Into my being, the horrors
And cruetly outway my vision
Of love and laughter,
And though I am a pessimist
I cannot help but hope
That if I travel far enough
I'll see the other side of man,
The good others write about,
The love they say they feel,
So I voyage across the globe
I meet new people,
Hold new hands,
See life enter and see it leave
The torture of the mortal coil,
And though I learn to love,
I know not to hope anymore,
Things will be as they are,
Not as I wish
I feel each treamour of the earth
Moving beneath steady feet,
But each pain, strewed
Across this battlefield of life
Reflected from every eye
Is like a knife slicing deep
Into my being, the horrors
And cruetly outway my vision
Of love and laughter,
And though I am a pessimist
I cannot help but hope
That if I travel far enough
I'll see the other side of man,
The good others write about,
The love they say they feel,
So I voyage across the globe
I meet new people,
Hold new hands,
See life enter and see it leave
The torture of the mortal coil,
And though I learn to love,
I know not to hope anymore,
Things will be as they are,
Not as I wish
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