When it became apparent That things would not Be as I wished, I still Held out hope, Surely there is another way, One that won’t hurt So much, that won’t Make me hate myself.
Many years later, Everything remains The same, externally, Though inside I still Harbor some slight Optimism that things Will change though They likely won’t.
This is life my friend. At least many of us share the same feeling.
I liked your ink. It is revealing!
Thanks for your thoughtful words, Mohammad. Glad to have a kindred spirit out there. Cheers, Guy.