As it is, my wheels get stuck And spin around in deep ravines, While I rehearse dark thoughts and lies. The dusk wears down dawn’s hopeful pluck And clanging thoughts know where I’ve been; I wish it could be otherwise. You may know too what I mean: That way we have of looping fears, The circling hum of tired minds, The darkest shots of what we’ve seen, The loudest thoughts in breaking ears. Yet if it could be otherwise… If it could – we have not thought Beyond that moment, nor have dreamed That there might lie more peaceful skies Than show in our minds’ dark reports, And truths unlike the ones we scream As we long for Otherwise. Listen: you may hear a voice Which does not yell and does not kill And does not trade in painted lies; Let fragile, timid hearts rejoice, If they have room for praise still, And sing the songs of Otherwise.