Turn a corner from every moment of despair and you will find hope.
Revisit every detail, relive every unrelinquishable moment or simply come to accept,
That everywhere there is a barrier that bridges a gap far greater than any language.
Accept that you will never truly know anyone, and no being will ever know yours.
Experience is the greatest barrier, and we each view the world through differing cages.
There is no organised chaos, not everyone acts with a reason that justifies or forgives, and you will never find someone as brave and good as your father.
Not in all the discarded t-shirts or misleading strokes of your hair or moments of security that slip through your hands like sand.
But accept this, know it, wear it across your forehead as a proud and cautious warning and you can begin it all again, looking through a different set of bars:
Listen to the blue-*** sing in the bleak metropolis and then go on home with the wind reminding your skin that it is alive and dance on your own in your room, never forgetting that you are the eternal opportunist and whilst you remain open to the hurting, you have hope.
Know this, and you remain more human than any of any of them put together;
Because through all the pain, you refuse to give up the hope that one day, someone might come close to understanding.