The Healing of a Pessimist

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It has taken me a long time
But finally, I see it
Indeed, all was not fine
and everyone else had told it.

"It's going to be alright"
My most hated phrase of all time
Why? I couldn't answer
That disposition, I couldn't decipher

For the umpteenth time, I’ve heard the phrase
But this time, it sunk and aged
Why do I refute that possibility? I wondered
When not even I can see the outcomes yonder.

True everything can go wrong
But just as well as they can go right, son
Why then must you choose to hold on tight
To believe that all must take a wrong turn.