Poem: Unsure story

A valley of change is upon us.

A moment where stars will align, and everything might be alright.

Then it will become a time where things will bleed.

A deep cut that makes it hard to see.

You tune into a station that refuses to play a sound.

You keep listening hoping that it makes sense.

Never see the light that eyes bring forth.

This is the disaster that dreams jaaa as can dissolve.

A place where hope can swim where fishes cannot see.

Your heart is all that I am asking, but not all that I am wishing.

That is what I dream about.