Wishes Live To Hope

The more I think I really know,

  the less I understand

 

The further out to sea I drift,

  the more I miss the land

 

The stormier the days repeat,

  my soul to chase the sun

 

The rules I once thought hard and fast,

  denounced and on the run

 

The more I think, the less I feel,

   my spirit inexcused

 

The hours spent off from myself,

  those times I stay confused

 

As days drift into sleepless nights,

   the moon to haunt my dreams

 

Where wishes live to hope again

  —if I can just believe

 

(Villanova University: June, 2019)

 

 

 

 

 

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