Hope has a memory of misfortune.
She questions the man
who has his hands on everything.
Does he dream of dropping
the abundance his arms can hold?
Hopeless created a void for fallen men.
Deep inside the recesses of the caves called,
dire minds.
A place where the cold go to get warm,
spark a fire, ignite, and savor the memory
of chasing down an identity.
Only to learn you're new undertaking
is the demand to be understood.
Will you realize how much it outweighs
the need to identify yourself?
An entire world could recognize you.
