Sleight of Hand

I've been, I've been

I've been

thinking

way too much

I've been, I've been

I've been

pond'ring

so damn much

—

the status we award hope

is a blessing and a curse

the status we award hope

leads to stressing, a hearse

#

Hope—

isn't always big and profound

Hope—

isn't always proud and loud

Hope—

is a simple—little trick

Hope—

is a little—fucking hack

#

a con to play a part

not big, profound

a sleight of hand

not proud, loud

to rewire your heart

—simple little trick

to cheat your mind

—little fucking hack

=

into the belief

with the relief

that better days

are on the way

#

don't overthink

don't overwrought

it's not an epoch

until its an epoch

#

Work—

it takes, but

rest and lay

Work—

it takes, but

just don't

stay

stationary

#

It may not come tomorrow

and may not come today

It may come with sorrow

and pain in your way

#

hope

will—

see you through

hope

will—

pull you through

hope

is—

what you make of it

hope

is—

saying you won't quit

*

Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: Just a little Paul-take on an inspiring poem for all of you about hope.

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