Hopes & Dreams.
Hopes & dreams are fleeting things, they change day by day.
But when our dreams go unfulfilled, our hearts are filled with pain.
A secret fear fills our souls, questions begin to creep.
When we're worried things won't change, a wound emerges deep.
When will I have the things I crave?
A happy home?
A child of my own?
These things I have in a box in my heart, locked away and safe.
But when my mind is heavy laden, with doubts about my future.
I confide in you, my dearest friend, my notebook, pen & paper.
I tell you all my hearts desires, things I fear will never be.
Will this finger always be bare?
Will there ever be a little me?
One day I'll see my wishes granted, of this I'm almost sure.
But then of course, new wishes will force,
their way into the fold.
Will my child do well in life?
Will I travel when I'm old?
We humans are a fickle breed,
always wishing for fulfilling need.
So let me for now, forget my laments,
have patience, & be happy within life's moments.