it all gets better, if we believe it.

it all gets better,
if we believe it.
the hope of escape from grinding all of this out,
seems to be the only hope that I have.

living to string words together,
is one of the few things that I have,
that I can put my hope in.

no matter what happens,
the world will still keep on turning,
the sun will still shine,
the rain will still fall.

hearts will still be broken.
poets will still dream.
lovers will always look for that quiet spot,
and the dreamers will always be the last ones left.

so it goes.
press on regardless.