Is there hope?

I need the power
to change myself,
to not believe I can change the world.

I need the will
to correct myself,
and to know I cannot correct others.

I need the strength
to rein my thoughts
and to accept how others think.

I need some peace
to calm myself
and to contain the rage within.

Where do I find them?
In books or men?
In prayers or in the sands of time?

Maybe it is in the slice of hope,
that tomorrow will bring
a new meaning to life.