Antidote

There comes a time when you become cynical - 

It’s just a little, but it’s enough 

To make you ask questions 

And feel anxiety tug at your shoulders.. 

To wonder if you have lost something irrecoverable. 

Yet there comes a time when you dream dreams - 

It’s just a little, but it’s enough 

To relearn wonder and feel awe shake you free

From nightmares that built up in your soul -

That made you fearful and conscience-weak,

And distrust things like beauty, truth and love.