Hope is a window into the minds of the hopeful

Wistful wanderers of mystical wonders

Yet to be experienced

Or seen

Or exist

But, that's where, eternally, hope springs

Like a rabbit

In the headlights

With the wheels of Life prepared to

Crush

Hope is a window into the minds of the hopeless

Wasteful wishes of maddening wants

Experienced

And seen

Where existence dams the flow

Of emotion

Like a deer by the side of the road

Where headlights rename it

To

Simply

Roadkill

Hope

The desire for difference in worlds of

Mundanity

Or chaos

The familiarity of either

Hoping for change