I still believe in miracles

 I can see the dead end, but I keep on going. 

Why? Because to this point I still believe in miracles. 

Maybe I'm miscalculating the distance and the dead end is at the end of my life. 

Maybe I'm hoping somebody comes before me and finds a detour, 

or if I am lucky maybe that is my role. 

Maybe through divine intervention, God opens up a new path. 

Or maybe before I reach the end, a natural catastrophe destroys me, 

like global warming or getting hit by an asteroid, 

the latter I volunteer because it sounds way cooler.