Which is a trick, since you need to
Lose hope but not give in to fear,
When you know you’ve got things to fear
(You do don’t you? If you don’t fear,
You’ll find some dread in time, don’t fear),
You have to go back to the road
And sit by the side of the road
(Or go back to your room, your home,
A place that you use as your home)
And ask dimmed hours, once they swap lights,
As the lanes of the road swap lights,
Once your day’s been wheeled off to night,
What will all my days come to, Night?
Night says, All this night will come to
Day, but not you. Then you’ll come to,
By the side of the road, to think
How fear and hope are one. To think!
