Hope is a beautiful thing.

Illusion of happiness
Is the thing we sometimes have
When our thoughts won’t negate us
To know there’s a tomorrow
With pages we have not read
Yet we there to imagine
That hope can be beautiful

And so we dare to live life
Smiling to mask our feelings
Those we button up our sleeves
We are not afraid to sleep
Though morning is never sure
We plan about the unknown
Learning to make it our own.

Vera