…ords —
we’ll know the score,
and we’ll see that someday
it will be good,
it will be better…
so, quiet down the restlessness,
settle down your uneasy heart,
lay firm hand upon mine
as we wipe clean the slate
like drops of water from
a marble countertop —
a cold clean stone,
gleaming and complex,
the future is yours
and it can be bright again
