Do you ever see where you want to be -
and at the same time see it falling away from you?
Do you ever see what you want to keep-
and then see it passed along to some other anonymous?
Do you ever see who you are-
and see no one believing it?
I keep my hope on a shelf with the acid and the fear and all the little things that eat me up-
but I keep it.
At least I keep it.