A ship called the future

The sea of anger spits guilt foam over the side,

thunderbolts of torment streak down from sadness clouds,

Hope stands at the wheel of fate just going along for the ride,

and the crew of dreams can't hear hope, the storm of depression is too loud,

Spinning the wheel violently Hope tries to move The Future towards calm,

But Hope knows depression doesn't give up without a fight,

and once again the storm hits like an atom bomb of pain,

and this back and forth rages on through the uncertain night,

Sun rises slowly in the bay of peace,

and the Future, battered and weary, docks at last,

Hope and the crew of dreams has finally landed at their release,

a happy memory in their weary wandering past,

Hope stands up and address the crews of dreams,

"Everyone, depression and violent emotions may attack,

but keep a steady course and soft hand, everything is not what it seems,

That path you've wandered is the same path  back."