Miracles do happen, you know?
They happen each time I get to the end of the day,
while still alive and sane.
They happen each time I open my eyes at the closing of the night,
and still find enough
will-power within myself to get out of bed
and go on with the rest of my life.
They happen each time I have a full-night sleep uninterrupted by
nightmares.
They happen each time I breathe the foul air of modern existence,
and survive to take the next breath.
They happen each time I still manage to daydream.
Miracles do happen, you know?
Just think about it the way I do,
and you will soon get sick of them.
April 2, 1997