Where there is a will there's a way,
That's what I always say,
Hope is a four letter word,
For a story that has never been told,
Time is of the essence,
Taken forgranted yet shines its fluoresence,
Digital fairytales seem the norm,
Forgotten are memories so free and warm,
Busy bee is searching for connection,
Smelling the roses, she expresses affection,
Mourning the sight of passers by,
Lonely stressed and ever so shy,
Bewildered and in a daze,
These people are lost in a maze,
A zenful flower is not the ideal,
For a world that is told how to feel,
Hope is a four letter word,
That whispers "where there's a will there is a way"