Faith

[plasticreality]

Faith

You're back again so soon.

No cure,

yet

you speak as though

you know it'll be alright.

So sure of how the world

will work its magic on you.

Know you have to believe,

to keep yourself

sane and

hopefull

that you'll come out of this ok.

Then what?

Life-as-usual

wasn't much of a life.

Dissapointment after

letdown into squalor.

That faith in tomorrow,

where does it come from?

How can you believe so

wholeheartedly in it,

yet never work toward it?

Why didn't I

get any?