Every time I’m full of sparkling stars
Filled with the hope that waiting brings,
The answer comes each time, a flood,
A crushing feeling shutters me.
I chase and chase after each bright spot
As they scatter and rush far from my reach.
It’s a silly childish wish, I know
A hoping without a chance of hope
So many paths I’ve walked that make
That hope the failure of my stars
And a fool of foolish dreams.
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 2:08 AM UTC
Every time I’m full of sparkling stars
Filled with the hope that waiting brings,
The answer comes each time, a flood,
A crushing feeling shutters me.
I chase and chase after each bright spot
As they scatter and rush far from my reach.
It’s a silly childish wish, I know
A hoping without a chance of hope
So many paths I’ve walked that make
That hope the failure of my stars
And a fool of foolish dreams.
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