Are you optimistic today
About the changing world of tomorrow
When this all ends
Or maybe starts again
Will you raise your hand
To build the dream we’ve forgotten
Or will your optimism run dry
Like the rivers and lakes
Which once you drank from
And to which you now owe a debt
This will all end
Does that make you smile?
The rubicon
a deep crack in sand
Has been crossed by sunburnt hands;
Will prospective stewards
Flock together
As murmurations
Of optimism
Through the pain
Or will this end with a cry
Not of a whimper
