The smug nonsense of life’s symmetry of mass confusion has been awakened by the brick of common sense

Starving in the streets a rich boy seeks solace in a warm cup of soup given by a woman wealthy at heart

A girl alone on a bench kept company by the soul of her dead lover

The world awaiting a re-birth of earth and we are all its sacrifice

It is obvious my child
We are not lost
We are not misguided
We are focused on denial

These are days of miracles and wondrous moments of achievement
Where the concrete walls are torn down by the power of creativity

It is a time of absoluteness when leaders are defined by the great power of charity
When the clouds part and blue skies warm our spirits
It is a baptism of faith in humanity

Release yourself to the possibility