The Optimist
I hold open the jar
and wait for the free will
of a firefly.
I step over a miracle
to move a mountain
from east to west.
I'm not expecting a thing,
but I'm hope on a rope.
I may be a fool,
I know,
and if so,
just let me hang.
and wait for the free will
of a firefly.
I step over a miracle
to move a mountain
from east to west.
I'm not expecting a thing,
but I'm hope on a rope.
I may be a fool,
I know,
and if so,
just let me hang.
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