hope

hope is the sharp edge I keep cutting my finger on
it's the song that I play over and over
thinking that it might end differently
that the part after the bridge will change
hope is the thing that messes with my brain
thinking it's romantic to walk in the rain
swinging on planks suspended by chains
and I think maybe 
just maybe I should try again
and again

I was thinking of this piece as I walked to work today. I was thinking about the idea of a hopeless romantic.  Lots of people are romantics and unfortunately more than a few people are hopeless but what makes one a hopeless romantic? I guess I'm proposing it's the inability to learn and the ability to heal just enough for the next cut. Peace out.