Day by day,
enduring the stagnant pool of water that is my life.
Looking, searching for the lucid tunnel of tranquility from which I hope to emerge.
Piecing together puzzles of life.
Hope, hope, hope.
All I want shrouded in a deep cloud of fog
yet to be foreseen.
I don’t believe yet I trust to my hearts content,
hope, hope, hoping;
for a better life or even a better day.
Hoping that hopefully I shall be full of joyous hope.
© Alex Turner 2015