Drops of Hope


There’s always this rancid itch

Not letting me be happy,

So I twitch.

There’s this much-needed land of hope

Where I explore my passions,

Where there’s a scope.

I’ve heard of peace, of freedom, and letting go

Of all your insecurities and woe,

And I wondered where to go.


But now, I’m trying something:

I’ve opened my heart now, I’ve opened my eyes

And I want to be brutal about my desires,

Ready to look where’s not comfortable

So I can stifle the fires,

I dream now, I do, and I dream of you

Of me alone, of me with you.

But mostly, of what I can do.

So, I see the view, I feel the air.

The breeze is in my hair

Feet in the water,

And nothing else matters.