We're on the same page
We add our own words
To make this world ours
And help it grow...
But your words are
Incoherent, evanescent,
How can we hope to live
In a world you don't know.
Hope is evanescent, therefore untouchable
Like a bubble
Floating, lonely,
They weep
Our dreams are made of glass, therefore breakable
They shatter
And scatter
In sleep...
Water and glass, they both form mirrors,
And show us what we are
But water only reflects back the bright side
And glass only reflects the dark...
In this moment of ephemeral hope, a hand reaches out
But you twist and turn it to meet your own selfish needs.
Pain and suffering turn man to stone, hearts hardened,
Once grown so cold, the rage takes and the hatred feeds
And grows.
Are you that blind that you can't see what you have done to yourself?
You've locked your fragile self inside your own prison.
But it's too frail to hold your guilt, visibly as short lived as hope itself,
All you're doing is create and consume your own poison
And it knows.
The hand you shook away so long ago was mine, I digress,
Now the faith I had for you slowly falls like hourglass sand.
You let the poison consume you, locked in your own solitary shell
But if you give me one more chance, I can still lend a hand.
Hope doesn't have to be so short lived, we can help it grow.
We can find a better place, a better time, to let the poison out.
Darkness lives within us all, all we need is to let the light in.
Soon, soon, we can let it all out.
No matter how far the poison seeps, it can never go past one's heart
Just like hope, its all ephemerality.
In bitter times as such we live, possibilities are we can live on, with
Acceptance as the key.