I loath the thought of possibilitya possibility of anything for that matter
I resign myself to inner wars
Hope dares not interrupt
It led me here after all
I let myself be deceived
that things wouldn't be the same
I let myself follow blindly
the hopes from a troubled past.
I had thought for an instant
just this once....
that it would be different
that I would in fact
get that one thing I wanted the most
How stupid is a mind of a child-at-heart
to even have such a wish
like the times before gave me as much
How naive can I be
to think of a possibility where it's possible for me
to feel something good
but.....
like all the times before being here
only presents with one possibility.....
It will bring me no such peace.
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