Sometimes, I'm all you have; I can brighten any dull thoughts, yet mislead you so easily. Sometimes, you're easy to persuade - too easy, actually. I can be that little thing you turn to in the end; and I can shape your dreams that night. I only try to make your visions more pleasant, so it kind of sucks when you catch me out and learn that often these tweaks make them unrealistic. I am optimistic, and slightly deluded. I've been with you since you started being able to think for yourself. I am the risk you may go for - sometimes you find yourself choosing me over what really makes sense - sometimes you follow your dreams, not your mind. I can make you believe; I can play with your head. I'd like you to accept that sometimes I can't be trusted, but that sometimes, taking a chance can be a good thing, and can lead you to great things. So yeah, I'll actually be travelling with you all your life, I'm affraid. Oh, and if you want to know what to address me as, just call me hope.
Wednesday, 14 April 2010
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