The fallacy of hope
Is to stoke
Our own desires
Taking us higher
To complexity
To see
Our mistaken identity.
But how can our orientation be
Free
If our enormity
Of thought
Keeps us caught
In a strychnine spot
Of Light
Which can never be made right
Until we become un-tight
To the restrictions which we caused overnight.
Our compexities will weave
An uncertainty
To motivational techniques until we can be free
Of whatever droughts
We bring about
From leafing through spots
Of irregularity
And decree
That our nonsense can never be
Incredulously
Surrendered without the cost to be
Free
From your own vulnerability.
Then you will be free
And not cost anybody.