Hope is that light you see upon your awakening
You touch your eyes, relieved that they can perceive
An effortless movement, you are out of bed
What joy it is to run on your own two feet!
Spin round, spin around, you become a pinwheel
Look at those arms, what beautiful wings!
But if you are without them?
Is it a tragedy you seek?
Even so, it’s okay.
Another day to live, that’s enough.