When you sense the wave of despair,
don’t abstain, drink in the air;
let the mind unsheathe and fly free
for the best thing is just to be.
The thrill of life cleanses the edge,
charting a course the clearest pledge
of dreams mixed in the broiling pot,
casting off the encrusted rot.
A raft of hope will lift you up,
dispersing fast the tongue-tied rut;
who knows what wonders will appear?
look within and dance with no fear.