Hope

Hope…. you are hopeless I say.
Your roots nourished by my whims
With a power to wilt my future.
Why should I have you?
When what you really are is simply,
Resignation dragging its feet
into a supposed future,
who no one has ever seen nor ever will.

I say you are hopeless, Hope…
because you con me into senseless ‘beliefs’
when I should rather be ‘finding out’
as told by the brightest minds.
You sit there gleaming only because I sit.
Making me sit more so you can gleam more at my expense.

What have you to offer me ‘now’ I ask?
A promise? Which isn’t in the now is it?
Relief? Based on what?
Uncertainties and probabilities?
I’d rather not have you then,
Instead Iive with a ‘hopeless’ mind and a tiring ‘now’,
Without a worry of what bears fruit and what does not.

That is my only hope you see.