I keep looking for a sign
that everything’s going to turn out fine.
I keep hoping for a way to know
that Love is present in spite of every sorrow.
But what I’m searching for
is an assurance above my floor.
I could never hope to reach
the level of knowledge I hope to teach.
So maddening it is, so simple a question,
yet the answer is absent, or beyond my digestion.
And so I’m faced with these two choices—
listen to the fray, to the darkness and its voices,
or accept this blind faith in a ridiculous dream
and trust that this world is not what it may seem.
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