Hopeless

You call me hopeless,

I will build a city of my own hopelessness,

Where the people make up hopeless rhymes,

Of the emotions that have made them hopeless as well,

Like smiling in the darkness,

Like crying all alone,

Like whispering to the silence,

Like a call without a telephone,

Hopeless smiles,

Hopeless tears,

Hopeless shadows,

Hopeless fears,

Like a rustle without leaves,

Like a whistle without a bird,

Like song without music,

Like a book without a word,

Hopeless dreams,

Hopeless flowers,

Hopeless love,

Hopeless towers,

My city includes these hopeless things,

Hoping that someday their happiness will return,

They live only for what the next day brings,

All they know is today, maybe, it will come.