Hope is a mad man's dream

Helplessly wild, seizing the day

Hope is our addiction

It puts smiles on laughable cruelties

Grins on life's offerings

Hope isn't acquired but forged

In relationships, and growing adolescence

Stronger with stupidity

Hope is humanities bonds

A kink in our prison walls

Deformed invincibility

Love is hoping for peace

Combining the insanity of beating drums

Absolute chaos in spectrums of infinite soul

Wars fought over the most devastating delusional petty

Summed up in small, potent bursts of desire

We can only lift what can't encumber the mind

Only a mad man is crazy enough to try

The life we must leave behind has a cost attached to it, no matter how simple it may seem to move on. 

As we approach this wondrous, new world, it's easy to say we can make a difference this time. Hermann & I had several discussions about what we'd wish to pursue while away from the old country. Will it bring great reward? Perhaps; however, as I descend deeper into the core values, it's all about sacrifice. 

I quench my breath for a better life as I anxiously await our destiny ahead of us. 

My Mother always reminded me of fonder moments throughout my life that "If you're willing to move forward, you must learn how to retrace your steps."

Her words rung through my mind like a bell without an end. 

The rythmatic tone she carried took me further away from my fears and insecurities, instilled hope within my mind, and brought peace to my heart. 

Need to leave a memory behind

fear of the inevitable

fear of doom and failure

Need to be remembered

need to leave a legacy

so easily forgetting

the true meaning of life

live in the moment

make the most

of what you have left

a ticking clock

seconds passing

hours passing

keep pressing forward

don’t know quite what you’re looking for

don’t know what’s on the other end

sitting in the dark

sitting in the silence

contemplating

stopping to think

you hope something will hit you

but nothing ever does

tick tick

old grandfather clock

calls out the passing hours

you lose track

stuck in your own head

Need to leave a memory behind

fear of the inevitable

fear of doom and failure

Need to be remembered

need to leave a legacy

so easily forgetting

the true meaning of life