I can never loose, what I never have.
Or have what I'm not willing to loose.
But watch now as I weave around,
The world's imposed rules.

There may appear to be no way,
out of yet another catch 22.
But such the optimist that I am,
Perhaps the universe I can fool.

I imagine in my minds eye,
a day not so far ahead..
Where serenity reins, sense abides,
Lost hope renewed from dead.

The how and when, I've no control.
But that given time it will be true.
There's a way to where we each belong..
A way back home, for me and for you.