Tuesday, November 16

So you see...

This hope I've bought
Is not its worth
I got it at a bargain sale
One with a million other things
That hurt

This hope I've got
Is not as great
As they claim
In its existance
It has given me
Just the same

But perhaps the flaw
Is on my side of the yard
Perhaps I am the flaw
Perhaps I am the fall
I'd like to believe these things
I'm bored of all this hope
This never-ending optimistic facade
This sacred prayer that's got me fooled
The condescension it has annoys me
And dreams are not the same
The notes play themselves
The harmony orchestrates itself
The melody arranges itself...

All that was fine and acceptable,
But what annoys me...

Is that the listener is out of a job.