As I walk in an endless circle of hope, passion is what appears.
As I sing my heart out, negative thoughts enter.
As I dance with grace, I suddenly turn still.
As the cycle goes on and on I see the past,
And in doing so I realized something,
Something that was never there before,
Regret....
I regret dreaming about things that will never come true...
But if I dream I create a whole new world that accepts me...
And as a result, I realized that hope does fade...
It comes and then it goes...
But as this happens I see a new dream about to unfold...
So I continue to lose hope, to unfold a new dream...
Because hope is just another term for accepting loss.
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