Impotent Art..

I kept waiting all my life

That this would happen

And that would not!

Life couldn't decode my thoughts

As good as I could, its mysteries.

It asked me to speak out loud,

For things I wanted

And things I didn't.

It played hard,

All the time!

It presented me illusionary hopes

To sustain me through the game!

Hopes, all empty they were,

And magical too,

To burden the bosom

With mere emptiness!

It then would gift me often

Little surprises

Between those mortal hopes!

So I could not always hate.

My dear men of affairs,

I've got news for you -

You have surplus to learn!

Little surprises

Painted memories.

Faded hopes

Painted scars.

New hopes

Let not the ink dry.

The times between

Held an impotent art!