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.
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