There is sweet notion, that if we care, we will be rewarded
But that does not work, life can be a capricious hope killer
I want to hope, I wanted to never be without reason to live
I dared to question the perception that there is no promise
Life is without guarantee, rather than a rose, a black orchid
"An orchid in a deep forest sends out its fragrance even
if no one is around to appreciate it." Confucius
