jeudi 21 avril 2011

'Hopeless Optimism' by Trendance

Our smoke, debris and damage,
My spite, frailty and rage,
Between tremendous natural disasters and the tedious daily routine,
The misery-ridden overpopulated Stone madly spins faster²
And worryingly gravitates around its cracked self.

What is left in this plight? What is right in which is left?

Our warmth, security and measure,
My hope, reverie and pleasure,

I rouse from the excruciating non-reversible earthly mess

And ride the long-surfed benevolent ripple to smoothly land on spotless Cloud nine.

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