This is a synical look at life in general. The poem tries to paint a picture of hope that often springs before us only to show its real face later when we analyse in hindsight. Nothing is as it seems. The world is full of people whose hopes and dreams will surely be dashed but we needn’t think this is a bad thing. Just an opportunity to shine even more than we ever did before.
The view from above is most pleasing
Oh, that cool air, thrilling, gazing, praising,
Connected by a steep hill that never ends,
Bends and trends, winding, dreaming as it tends.
Roaming seamlessly up and down, meandering,
On the fringe of destiny, craving, endearing,
Banish the frets and ravish the pretending
Of that most wonderful thing not withstanding.
Come let us all join in this restful play
And forget the things that blemish our day,
Instead send forth armies of success and hope
And let us retire from melting ice and hanging rope.
Behold, a taxi of passengers disembark,
And they head this way passing beneath my arc,
I watch as they enter quickly to bring news of joy
Heading my way with intent; ah its a ploy!
Oh, I’ve been here before you know,
But this time it’s different I know,
Yeah, things are looking up I’m quite sure,
Much more than this and ever before.
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