I hope
I hope on paper
And write these thoughts through hell and sweat and vapor
So I can sleep well and read it out loud later
I hope
I hope that I make it a minute to rest for a sec
So I can reclaim breath and keep anger in check
And later be pleased that my mind is a wreck
But that wreck is a beautiful mess to respect
Whenever it’s left to reflect
I hope
I hope on the keyboard in sight
That worldly frustrations can make the mutations
And patience can lead to delight
And as the apple of one eye, even if
It’s as a crabapple, I can still be worth the bite
Though I will not take it as a slight, if I’m not the leader
And I’m not the chosen one, I don’t just have to be right
But I can be what’s left as the option, and left
To defend and be stern and calm and
Unnecessarily polite
I hope
I hope that they’ll say I was tough
I hope that they’ll say I was up to the hype and
I hope they’ll say I was enough
I hope I’m enough of the grace under pressure
I hope that I’m built for the rough
I just hope
I hope on paper
When words cannot whisper what’s needed
And those sweetest thoughts I could let escape out
Are not worth it to be repeated
It’s not what I get every time that I seek it
Which is why I hope I don’t actually need it
I hope
I hope that I’m blessed with more strength than the stressin’
Can teach me the best of my preconceived lessons
And test me to not ask the epic of questions:
What am I actually hoping for here?
I hope
I hope I never have to hear that
Which I truly know I don’t truly revere
I hope the truth finds me as I become near
It all becomes mine and it all becomes clear
For maybe it’s your words that were burning my ear
And not rising flames to my sides and the rear
That advance me as wickedness quickly appears
I hope
I hope I’m prepared, that I’ve rose to the tier
Where I can just grin, and I can just sneer
And call in a favor to get to the clear
And labor enough to deserve all the cheer
And savor the flavor of tables of beer
I hope I combat through the fear
On the road that unfolds as I steer
I hope
