Here's a tale for hopefuls,
All over the world.
Here's a tale for the symptoms
Of a discovery untold.
Perhaps a silly poem,
Will drain the tension.
Strolling through an expectation
Always brings life.
This story has no ending,
And that tends to be a relief.
This story has no stop,
Only the brief inhalation of breath.
Looking forward, I expect to see the story there
Such a silly thing.
It isn't played out, yet
But I must move, nevertheless.
