The pain of knowing that you can't own
the only thing that matters the most
Feels like reaching for something
That is beyond reach
It feels like crossing
An unstable bridge
It feels like swimming the deepest seas
And knowing that there is just no way
To survive,
To make things work
No matter how hard we try
Like stacking blocks up to a mile
Or looking for the river of Nile
In a barren desert
With nothing but imagination left
With nothing but...
A dying hope.