Like a table on wobbly legs, every nail knocked out of place.
A real accident waiting happen, a keg of gun powder with a lighted line.
So is this place I call home.
How did a giant become a dwarf this fast or a cancer eat so deep so quickly?
Eating deeper and deeper daily with no cure in sight.
- Am I a fool to hope?
Has it fallen apart so badly that it’s beyond repair.
Maybe it is, but I think I will keep that hope, if I can’t hope on anything, I will hope on hope itself.