Hopeful Hopelessness
Face down on the beach
I breathe in sand from fallen dreams
Towers I had built of things
I had hoped to achieve
Things I once believed.
Hopeless as they come, I cannot see the sun
Through the Shifting clouds of the sea
Look at what I've done
I wish now I'd never begun
Now there are many things
I can never be.
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