Hope floats

Chances are it may never be
for what you question is
destiny
and
what you
forsake is the truth itself
benumbed into oblivion
with accolades
by your side
I see your smile is
far away
I see the life is falling away
and
I know you see it too

I know you've got things
to do
places to be
and purposes to pursue
but where does it all go
when
deviant you sit
on the the
threshold of nascence

Chances are that
without love
you'd still be
somewhere living
amongst those pursuing
purposes that you never did withdrew
join in the ranks
and
forget the shades of the sun
or the white satin
of the moon
wishing someone
you'd guide the light
in your heart
through and through
The rules and logics don't
apply or else
I wouldn't be here wishing
but with you hoping
for it to continue ..
Feeling so at ease
within yourself and
I wouldn't be wishing
being someone else ever again
dreaming of the future
in the dreams we'd see tonight
and if it were any other day..

Chances are that you may
say my name
somewhere in your screams tonight
and
I'll be here wishing ,
thinking
it'll soon be alright,
all that keeps the
night alive in your eyes..
Floating in the myth
of despair
and
somewhat certain I am
you'd be feeling it too
conjoined fate blessed us
with mirth and misery
true ..
I'll be hoping for the future
I'll be praying every night too...

Chances are dreamy eyes
might bind me
into the vision I seek
with every sight
Somewhere amongst the wishes
I couldn't pursue
I wouldn't want this one
to be
keeping me far from
someone who I better than
myself knew
with your questions
for the answers
I'll be digging up beyond
the inane
and reaching
the answers that are but just remains

Chances are pages may flip
and
none of this might come true
Smiling, like in my last reminiscence
your memory may perpetuate me
again
into someone I never knew
coming of age
I'd live on with the memory
of a facebook
I learnt to synonymize
with life

Hope floats and so does love
with wings that
were once aflutter
the sun will rise
and
the flight of fancy
will fast capture
the leap of your imagination too

Chances are chances may never come
life but then would never cease
for delusions that
bolt just what we view

You'll still be smiling
when we meet
and I'd still be arguing
with the reasons to pursue ...