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78 cards
Today I was your hope
in paper and ink
78 cards of pick-your-own-destiny
that somehow reach in
to the tangled depth of you
and make sense of this mad life
I wish I was like you
I wish the cards broke me down
in positive ways that makes
the darkness look like dawn
But I'm not you
I lost the fight to my inner cynic
years ago
and it hurts too much
to claw my way back to faith
than it does to smile and lie
and pretend that I believe
in pretty pictures
printed on cardstock
Today I was your hope
in paper and ink
78 cards of pick-your-own-destiny
and I don't think it matters
whether or not I believe what I read
if I'm the bridge to the breath of hope
in these dark times
Some days hope
is too hard to come by
in paper and ink
78 cards of pick-your-own-destiny
that somehow reach in
to the tangled depth of you
and make sense of this mad life
I wish I was like you
I wish the cards broke me down
in positive ways that makes
the darkness look like dawn
But I'm not you
I lost the fight to my inner cynic
years ago
and it hurts too much
to claw my way back to faith
than it does to smile and lie
and pretend that I believe
in pretty pictures
printed on cardstock
Today I was your hope
in paper and ink
78 cards of pick-your-own-destiny
and I don't think it matters
whether or not I believe what I read
if I'm the bridge to the breath of hope
in these dark times
Some days hope
is too hard to come by
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