Hope
I wander down a long and lonesome road
That winds endlessly,
Coated with the dust of shattered dreams.
With each step,
A cloud forms around my feet,
And settles on my shoes
Binding me further to the past.
A history of lies
Of false promises
Of billions of dreams deferred,
Dreams exploded,
Dreams murdered
Dreams savagely butchered
By those desperately clinging to their own.
The dark, dilapidated path
Down which I walk
Carries me through a land
Of “greatness”
And it winds and weaves and snakes.
And it fills me with venom
With fire
With the inescapable urge to be better.
And I walk on.
I look to my sides
And I see a land of ruin
Of destruction
Of broken dreams.
I look up
And I see what could be
I see the light
I see the future
I see America.
And so I walk.