There aren’t any disbelievers amongst us
All trust in a future, exquisite is the planning
To welcome it, in hushed silence, red carpets are rolled out
As the mind cranes out, for a glimpse of what is to come
Holding up the flag of hope, which can be a blessing or a curse
Offering a temporary respite for the forlorn, seeking a better life
Which may only be found in dreams, the future wished for
May never turn up, in its place, more of the same
The prosperous, always fearful of loss, probe the future
With the stick of hope, wishing they are wrong
Hope is real, a blessing for those who seek a better life
And a curse for others chained by fear of a loss
