Why do I pick out fallen eyelashes,
And flood them with dreams of my life unfolded?
Then give them wings in the air to fly,
And take my hopes to the One who us moulded.
Why do I wait for the clock to tick
A magical twelve or a perfect six..?
For me to ask for the strength and will,
A wish to climb the tallest of hills.
Why do we wish, dream or aspire?
Even though we dangle by a single rope...
We do so, for however hopeless we may be,
Mankind, had and will always have hope.