Obaba Museum

Hmmm! 
'It is well', I keep mumbling to myself,
At least there's a little ray of light, right?

Even when it seems hopeless I still believe that by simple chance the creator orchestrates a means of relief.
The Holy Book 📖 says that hope doesn't disappoint,
But right now I'm really having a mental duel within;
Is the tragedy I now face the produce of seeds sown in years of ignorance,
Or this is simply one of the few cases beyond hope's jurisdiction.

What do you do when suddenly you lose visibility?
At least, I still have the privilege of expression through the pen I now wield.

Who knows what tomorrow brings?
Strangely enough, not even the prophets do,
At least the weatherman admits cluelessness in this matter.

So, till then we could only take the posture of blind beings resigned to fate.