Into Smithereens [c o m p l e t e]

• Hope •

A feeling you can't seal,
With flames of desire;
It's hotness, you can feel
Surrounded by growing fire.
Your patience, it could steal
Circling you like a wire,
But it's not a big deal,
Cause it's singing like a choir.

It can be the last thread,
You hold onto at night.
Wishing it could spread,
Before you see the light.
Hoping you're not dead,
Like every other knight.
Something you carry to bed;
Hugging to it tight.

You think you're doing fine,
But you want more.
Dreaming you could shine,
Before reaching the shore.
Praying for any sign,
Or else you'll be soar.
Never stepping out of line
Once you hear them roar.

A rythm to the soul
That I could sing.
A heartwarming goal
That's not easy to bring,
It's key is control
To get to the right ring.
Nothing you could've stole,
Or it'll let you sting.

A thing I'll stick to is hope,
Even if it's on top of a hill.
I'll tie myself to a rope,
And enjoy the thrill.
If it went out of scope,
I'll remain steady and still,
Looking through a microscope;
I have a mission to fulfill.