If hope is like the rays of sun,
my mind is the turning earth.
One half embraces the light,
rest is buried in darkness.
If hope is a lovely forest,
my mind is a tree.
Leaves swinging with life,
roots dying under the mud.
If hope is a charming lover
I am in and out of favor
Enchanting with a smile
Discarding with a smirk
If hope is a flagpole,
my mind is half mast
Reluctant hands of fate
hold me in purgatory
