I was left hopeless again.

Without a view of the end.

Once again playing pretend.

So I could feel that joy again.

The joy I felt when you became my friend.

When your words mixed signals would send.

Trying the rules to bend.

So you and I could have more than just an end.

Or maybe I should just suspend.

Remove these thoughts from my soul and my mind.

Focus on something good and safe I can find.

But safe has never been my motto,

I run away from the grottos.

I excavate through ruins to find the real treasure.

I build and renew under pressure.

So if maybe today your want I cannot see,

I’ll hang on to the hope that tomorrow we’ll be.

-M.A. Fernández

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