Words & Music by Mike Power

Beware of hope

Hope – that thing that Emily covered with feathers – rises at the precise moment you determined that it doesn’t exist.
It takes the form of mythical creatures you abandoned to fantasy at some point in late childhood.
It whispers in a voice that is just beneath the threshold of human hearing.
It knows the names we call ourselves and hums old and vaguely familiar tunes in our unsuspecting ears.
Hope lurks as stealthily as the most committed thief.
It has more patience than any member of the human race.
It has weapons we won’t understand until after we are dead.
Hope knows every obstacle that stands between it and its fulfillment and is both stronger and smarter than any of them.

Beware of hope