To say that there’s no hope is abomination.
In the face of reality I harbor fear
Not for my own existence but for humankind.
Squashing manifestations, I am so inclined
To believe in a future profanely austere.
My feeling in this moment cannot be undone.

It’s because I have practiced micromanaging
And controlling conditions. I do not yet trust
What the universe can do and does constantly.
What we do here is minuscule compared to the
Planets spinning in their orbits. It seems I must
Seek a clearer understanding of everything.

There’s a difference between believing that I
Have to figure out all the components and make
Them assemble themselves in the most preferred way
Or to just understand there are forces at play
That will yield what I’m after. I’m now wide awake
So that I recognize goodness when it comes by.

Everything is always and ever working out
For me, and the source within me knows what I need.
It is logical that I sustain a level
Of alignment wherein I am free to revel
In the good that there is instead of catfish feed.
Things eventually will improve, I’ve no doubt.