Sleep Diction

Trial period

Long ago I stop allowing excitement to make a fool of me.
Time longer, than standing still.
How easy, do we allow the joy of the not so true, paint a veil of hope.
Only for it to be later diminished in flames.
Long have a lost the enthusiasm for that.
I now place it with a child's behavior and those things.
Well they are of the past.
For only a fool, clings to the endeavors of an irrational mind.
A smart person would say.
But I am somewhat of a dreamer.
So I tend to place my hope in one place.
Eagerly waiting for the collapse.
Another lesson learned? It gets old.
Sometimes you just wanna be able to hope for something.
Hope so much, that it almost feels as real as you and I do.
Be careful fair lady Jane, it could be last known to you.
I hope for a day where hope is once again.
But I am yet a human. Doomed to the common folly of mishaps, and daily dub dabbles that make us simply human.
I am yet the child, it seems that I tried to convince was never me.