second chance

As if walking through a dream I stumble,

And, oh, do I ever hope to fall,

So far down into Times dark eyes,

That my failure might not exist at all.

Was Hope ever really honest with us,

“You can be what you want to be”?

maybe not, but I still feel this lust

and naively, I still wish to believe.

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