they say “hope is the thing with feathers,”
that it “perches in the soul.”
well, i don't know if mine is fleeing,
or maybe just getting old.

they claim the shattered human heart,
is the strongest of them all.
but how many times can it break,
until it doesn't beat at all.

i fear the answers are becoming clear,
as i watch my life go by.
i constantly bring up the rear,
im finally asking “why?”

and despite the pain the answer brings,
i know it deep and true.
that in the end, whether foe or friend,
their choice was never “you.”