The Wrong Side Of Hope
I am afraid I can never go back and so I never go on
And when the false floor drops you either swim
or you hang
Sometimes you have a friend who kicks open the door
and sometimes they shake it enough
so that it falls open
exposing the universes
What is it to turn away
just for an instant
to turn away and back to what you know
even if what you know is silence
and blankness
nothing
is your protection
just for a second an instant
you turn away
what is anticipation
and hope
in the wrong hands
can be most evil