Cynically Hopeful

I have always been accused a cynic

Truly, I am ever hopeful, but hide it

I know it’s foolish to be filled only with hope

So when it comes crashing back, into my head

Massive chaos reigns and all I can do is stare at the wall

Stare at the night sky

The blinking stars

Can you see the movement? They turn and turn.

Slowly.

You need a camera.

I have only eyes.

They don’t lie.

I saw it. I saw everything.

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