My imaginary friend

“I have an imaginary friend. His name is Hope. He sits next to me And shows me pictures of What our future could be. He keeps away grief and sadness, And says nothing less Than all the good we made up In our own heads. They say Hope dies last. He keeps you going, Makes you feel good, real fast, But leaves you behind With what you should be knowing. The thing with Hope, He’s a villain in disguise. Once he fades away, You have to pay the price. So deal with reality Without an imaginary friend by your side. You’ll regain your sanity, And there are real people Who will support you on your ride.”