There’s a potion of intermingled hopes and fears.
Time is a magic act, on its own.
It waves its cape and beckons for cheers,
leaving all the aces in sleeves unknown…
Faith is a coat rarely embraced and worn.
Because life here is kind to the weak,
and a suit that is faded and torn,
has no place at the table of Earth’s elite.
Hope is dwindling on fate’s candlestick.
The future always seems eminent.
So precious and powerful, with such a thin wick,
few step into the storm to shield the wind…
…but we must keep hope lit…
For ages and generations of grown wise and passed on,
the world to a new age and generation of fools whom all believe,
they are the greatest, the wisest, and they shall make new laws,
that make this place better than those before could have conceived.
And open minds still need a filter,
and open hearts still need guards,
open dreams, still need solid timber
for we all still live under the stars.
Be cautious, be prudent, be patient, be wise.
Trust those before, for the’ve glimpsed more in their short times.
Be humble, be honest, be rational, be kind.
Be loving, be faithful, be hopeful, be alive.
The magic act has begun
perhaps, it is already halfway through.
You don’t have to stay and watch the show…
you’re allowed to get up, and explore the room.
The potion has already been mixed in your wine,
and you shall both suffer and rejoice with time.
And love is bitter, love is sacrifice, but love is divine.
And it’s the only thing that lasts longer than life.