Life With Thousands of Hope

Coming up in this world, everything was new Of which I did wonder, but answers were few Many a man in their pursuit of goals to confess Hardly a man of the heart does humanity possess. Nor did companion ever guide to proceed forth Yet believing in self woefully landed on the road With thousands of expectations, I came all alone But losing my life's purpose wish I was never born. Everywhere around seems unfriendly to the sight Feathers of hope didn't fly even during the daylight Some say we need true time to turn on the switches So I'll wait for that perfect time, though I make glitches.