Hope To God

You'd think I'd know by now, my words aren't worth my spit, nothing that I write or say, will change a world so full of it. But I hope and I go on, wasting this paper and this pen, feeding on the little inspirations, I find every now and then. I get lost inside a song, a part of me that doesn't age, I find solace in poetic verse, and live forever on a page. I hide behind the happiness, with nothing much to say, I play dumb, keep myself numb, until the sadness goes away. So at the end of everything, and all the pages that I've turned, I hope there's so much more to know, than the very little I have learned.