Stirring in early morn

Feeling approaching tide

Future’s hope now airborne

Flying without clear guide

Standing still at crossing

Waiting for next green light

Future now crisscrossing

Hiding in hopeless night

Looking for place to rest

Stumbling along dark road

Future stalls at hill’s crest

Spilling hope’s heavy load

Waking to darkest gloom

Hoping for one sure thing

Future trying to bloom

Hanging on threadbare string

Seeing fresh hope renewed

Shifting life’s paradigm

Future no longer skewed

Finding success to climb