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
