The hope in me died a long time ago, but suffer I did
not,
Something clicked, awakened in me; something better,
The belief snoozed and then swooned, never to rise
again,
All I have now are the carcasses of what we left
behind, memories,
Moments decorated with truth, realization and
acceptance,
And as many of want, of desire and of all the wishes
we abandoned,
There was a hole too, covered now, but not
completely filled,
Banana skins lay all around the beckoning facade of
happiness,
It takes just a moment for making, breaking, or even
returning,
The figures take faces, choosing not to remain
shadows,
The sounds take form and lost wishes become dreams
again,
The image lies afar, distorted yet not broken
completely,
I saw it once, the right way around; to wish to
never see it again,
The picture's turning, building the same illusion,
It starts coming back, you start coming back, pieces
of a jigsaw,
The aim is not to solve, to not visualize the end of
the road,
There is no gold at the end of a rainbow,
A try is once, so is an incidence, but twice- a
foolish mistake,
It’s all about choice and chance, and the will to
change it all,
It’s all defined by decisions; there are no victims,
only volunteers.
