Lost in thought, confused and exasperated.
Carried away by how unfair you could be, Life.
Thereupon, from within, I heard this voice.
I felt as though I was on the threshold of a new life.
It mutters to me,
That someday I shall sit,
Never to recall that I ever sat.
“While there’s life, there’s hope” [Cicero Letters to Atticus]
Slightly modified, originally published as a note on my Facebook page on 1st of June 2011