High Hopes

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High hopes, a blessing or curse? When the heart builds a story, a wish we rehearse,will the fall be more painful,more broken, or worse?

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High hopes, a blessing or curse?
When the heart builds a story,
a wish we rehearse,
will the fall be more painful,
more broken, or worse?

Our dreams are a brick,
they build us up high.
They let us hope and yearn,
then shoot for the sky.

But this time we are wasting,
is it more than we earn?
Should we wallow in sameness,
and pray that we learn?

But without the wishing,
and desire, inner fire,
where does humanity hide?
In the pit of destruction,
an unruly hellfire?

If I say my ambition was broken,
smudged and a blight,
would it make me a weakling,
too tired for flight?

Would you say lend an ear,
just rest, just breathe,
do anything my dear,
as long as you only quietly seethe?

Well the bricks may be heavy,
no doubt bring a strain,
but with what else can a strong path be equally lain?
For the past writes itself,
but the history books don't.

So live in the moment,
aim high, fall low,
for even a mishap can a good seed sow.
Take the failure, the tears and all in between,
then let all the success and joy now be finally seen.

Written on the 06/10/18

Written on the 06/10/18

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