That hope, despite all things clear,
When a dog gets home, when a car steers clear,
When the smoke does fade, when the money does come,
When all things black have gone,
That overthinking has its cue, the reason for it’s song,
And innocence at its best, despite anything gone wrong,
A boy gets through, records his debts, but pays them back in time,
And home be lest just a place to run, when things aren’t always thine,
And remembering to call him, she says it everytime,
That things get better every year, even at Christmastime,
And when work is steady, a man can be, the time or tempo soon,
And though a crystal says it best, it’s not always the plume,
And honestly I write only last, and first in ten or twenty,
Maybe when I figure out, how people can save money,
By giving it may have been the offer, a nail in silent thread,
And though I’m sinking slowly sure, like quicksand in my head,
I wonder when the song will come, a nice little pleasant tune,
To describe the wonders I believe I saw, and couldn’t just tell you.
Clear & Precise Resumes 