CHANCES ARE
Yes, safe and sound
Free from hustle & bustle
Snug in the proverbial rug
No bangs no bruises no cuts or scrapes
Virtually no risks
Absolutely no fun
BURNING HOPES
Smiles in a sad sad world
Few & far between
Eons of night, dreary night
Tumble down & crumble crowns
Hopes dashed, slashed & burned
& brightly burning
Showing the way to another place
Where perhaps in the dimmest of light
A faint smile flickers like an ember
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