Hope Thing

My heart has made a mess of me.

I've lost my mental dignity.

Emotional captivity? Yeah, right.

I've lost all my ability

To look at these things logically.

They say that love is misery. They're right.

I've looked ahead, and what I see

Is promising, to say the least.

But can I really trust my cloudy sight?

So I digress to let things be

And I think both of them agree

That this is how you do this hope thing right.