We hold on to that tiny chance

That tomorrow might be better

Our fragile mind trapped in this trance

Where every heart beats together

.

A fleeting opportunity

Where we find satisfaction

A fugitive feeling of unity

That no man can fraction

.

In this hopeful dream we remain

Until reality loses its patience

And shows us again the pain

Of holding expectations

.

We have learned to cope

With the unavoidable mess

I’ve learned not to hope

It hurts much less