Another poem for Jake. Apparently that's all you get now.
I lost my hope
many years ago
and I don't know how to find it.
I've look for years,
and followed by tears,
I'm always miles behind it.
It's not like sheep
that come back to me
when I finally leave them alone.
It does not care
and I do not dare
to look for it on my own.
I lost my hope
many years ago
and I'm always miles behind it.
After all these years
and all these tears,
won't you please help me find it?
