Does it rhyme? Sort of. Is it good? I don’t care. It carries a moment of truth for me, no matter how poor the vessel.

What do you do at the end of the day, regret the world and wish it away? Do you maybe hope for more in the morning, something good that you wish just might stay?

Hope for the real, the good and the bad. Because it carries more weight than any hope or fear that exists in your head.