i see my hope, i watch it flutter
i could reach out, try to grab at it, as a kitten for yarn
i could build a staircase, climb up, and hope i’m within reach
but i’m just too tired
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i could turn around, and look for a different hope
watch the wings of another
i could pour my heart into a puddle, and pray it brings those wings to drink of me
but i’m just too tired
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i’ll just close my eyes, i’ll be blind
i wont look to chase my hope
and if it were to descend, i wouldn’t notice
my eyes are closed, i’m just too tired to open them