Hope Is Not My Friend

HOPE is the expectation 

That all will be alright.

HOPE is the exhalation 

Of the darkness from the light.

HOPE, it keeps us going

When the road is long and far.

HOPE, it keeps us living

Healing deep inflicted scars. 

But HOPE is just an illusion

A carrot dangled on a string.

It's the positive expectation

Of the happiness life can bring.

We can fool ourselves that 'it's alright', 

As we slave and struggle in our plight;

When we are knocked, we can start to fight.

HOPE keeps us going, it keeps us right

But HOPE is not a friend of mine.

It does not mend my broken mind.

It sets me goals

To fool my soul

That i'll get what I want to find.

Each day we struggle in our own way

And we all HOPE that tomorrow will be a better day

We HOPE that tomorrow will send joy our way.

But, when tomorrow does arrive

And HOPE is standing by your side,

You ask "Is today my day?"

HOPE replies "no way, Jose"

"Tomorrow is but another day,"

"Lets see if tomorrow you will get your way!"

HOPE is perpetual, endless and yearning

To keep us all going, but we are never learning

That HOPE is in fact a cruel and harsh desire

That will only cause upset and put out our soul's fire.