I hope
I can cling to the fact
That all I have is real.
I feel
That to forget this
Would point to my undoing.
Pursuing
All my hopes and dreams
Gives me great comfort here,
And here
I can be wholly sure
Of all that gives me hope.
Thus,
Not in a critical way
Can I come to a conclusion
From my mind meandering
I see through the illusion
Of the clouds that promise
To catch me
From my ill fated fall.
I hope I never give in to them.
I hope I never fall.