Hope

I desired and threw it away Withering from age became is its death A Hopeless void and shattered visions A young boy restrained and lost in an ancient shell I possessed and threw it away Riches I held in a sieve Seeds planted devoured by time And I left to starve, poor and broken What good is hope The remembrance of shadows past Dashed asunder among the jagged rocks Buried forever in the sands of time now past Where are the promises Where they meant for just the few I desired and yet I failed Holding onto a thread Hope sprung and withered away Looking at the thread I decided to cast away Yet I now see it twas better for me Too late the thread has blown Passed my now outstretched hand Where was the promises Twas the thread and now it has gone Now I am left to see I threw away my hope That I was to blinded to see Looking for something better The something not meant for me