Optimism midst chaos

The clock ticks forward and pendulums swing
Optimism’s great but doesn’t change a thing
The future’s unknown, sleep’s for dreams
Sometime clarity’s not what it seems
Questions swirl in my tired head
Respite unfound in my tousled bed
Broken hearts we all have felt
The gates of hell I have knelt
My soul’s on fire, mind’s aflame
Yet only I there is to blame
Anger’s felt with nowhere to go
My fists bleed, my face doesn't show
Passion remains through good and bad
Words arise, though sometime sad