Foolish Hope

A new door teases

My imagination

My hands itch to open it,

To my aggravation

My mind fights

My heart's desire

But I can't deny,

My body's afire

Expectation speeds

My mind

Dreams of years of past hope,

Back to grind

Open the front, push

Through the doors

My mind doesn't rush now,

It soars

Clothes, soft and heavy

To push past

Until I feel coolness,

And cold at last!

But it's solid, hard

Against my fingers

The hope, it fades

But

The dream, it still, it always

Lingers