Does hope sleep within your walls?
Is the dessert a blank canvas or a wasteland in your eyes?
Is there a greater height achieved after a fall?
Can there be any truth found within a lie?
Empty streets speak words of wisdom
There’s just no-one around to listen
What you can’t see after the crowds are gone
Are the footsteps of wishful thinking
She said to be strong
I gave a blind ear to her story
Her tone entrenched between each line
Held the pincher and poured me
A stream to float my battered raft to safety
I continued to stare at the empty street with nothing profound to awake me
They said it had words of wisdom
But no-one ever listens
Commotions cease as crowds move on
Yet it seems like nothing is missing?
Lives begin and end while foes turn into friends
Lovers become cold as the lamp poles go deem
Dreams die and fortunes are made with every inch of every feet
Hope dances on the tip of the tongue of a lonely street
You can’t see it but when it speaks
It’s always words of wisdom
Good or bad it has value
So take time to listen
Do not get caught in the crowd of replicated flaws
Let hope place you on the path pointing you to new shores