I guess,
Perhaps it's cool and calm as it seems,
Hope one day it won't fade into something strange,
It is the voice of my heart that is writing this message,
Hoping life doesn't get hard,
That I go dipping into mishaps,
Life is broken with little racks in pocket,
Anxiety playing in my head,
Probably life isn't fair,
But I figure you already know that,
So instead,
I'll tell you that hope is precious,
And you are right not to give up,
Because no good thing ever dies,
And that is how the impossible can be possible after all.