We'll call this one Hope
Who's to know
That I think what I think?
Who's to know that my thoughts
Boil over the top, overexuberant,
Bursting through heavy water....
Only to explode from the pressure
Of rationality.
But they are possible, my day-dreams,
Yet I need to walk out on a limb
that shakes with each step
every movement makes it sag.
But my god - what if it doesn't break?
That I think what I think?
Who's to know that my thoughts
Boil over the top, overexuberant,
Bursting through heavy water....
Only to explode from the pressure
Of rationality.
But they are possible, my day-dreams,
Yet I need to walk out on a limb
that shakes with each step
every movement makes it sag.
But my god - what if it doesn't break?