If you were to ask me what my name is, I would hesitate.
I would hesitate for I know not how to respond.
My name is not of my own, but a faded thing, like a memory or a dream.
A memory of who I used to be, or rather, who I never was, who everyone else dreamed me to be.
I am not my name.
I am not something to rely on when things go wrong.
I am not the things forced within a heart.
I am not the thing that keeps most breathing.
I am not Hope.

Machines--
with their gears,
     running on oils,
          doing what they were made to do.

Humans--
With their thoughts,
     Running on beliefs,
          doing what they think they were meant to do.

Im stuck in my head between yin and yang
The puzzle is difficult and i cant find a muzzle that fits
I have a lot to on my to do list i dont regret what I've done
I learn and learn i continue letting my flame burn
I dont want to just talk game i want to talk life
I was thinking about you and you could be my wife
I could hold your hand while our feet are in the sand
Wipe the frown off your face when you're feeling down
I like that thought of me with you
I see a very clear different hue you might too
I want to get real close take a toast
To all I've ever done to put me in your path
I don't want your wrath but I'm willing to take it
With a few mistakes and blue prints
Set a map for the road ahead until we are both dead time we'll see you and i
Looking in your eyes i witness a beautiful sea purple red pink
Im wondering what you think