It really is strange, how we are designed to be
Takes only a second,
a slight something to bring you right back
a whiff of midnight air,
spots of briliance with the occasional gray,
subtle scent of the season,
sheets of evening sun breaking into dawn
it is the most random thing that wakes you up, knocks on the head drumming through the heart
But then it feels as dream that i was never there
that i never set a foot, that i never settled
that i never was actually there

It is truly strange, how we are designed to be
We often desire something that we cannot have
Yearning for something that isnt rightfully yours is foolish
Yet foolish beings we humans are
we do continue to desire
Under the mockingly condescending title called hope