As hope always stands but one step away,
We chase dreams like fools, blinded by the light of the day,
A forest between our grip and the roots,
Buried in dirt, pushing earth loose,
Words make no sense in the chaos or "now",
And only in hindsight have we a grasp of the how,
But it always seems, too little, too late,
As decisions we've made have sealed our fate,
Yet, hope can still burn this mud from our eyes,
If, even just once, we've strenth left to try.
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