with an illusory hope,
I still hope to see things
With another light.
For a long, long time now,
there is bad news
and it seems to get worse and worse.
by now it has separated us from many things
that used to make us feel good.
In these wars
What do we do between us
In which in the end, no one is right.
It is so disarming.
the day that will never come.
I still hope
That I will receive that unexpected message,
that somehow things will work out
that I will be able to right the wrongs, and the errors,
that I can prove that I have changed.
I still hope for returns.
And I admire, however,
this harsh reality,
where I know that
that day will never come.