Potential futures.

Everyone needs a poem of hope,
of who knows where this might go.
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Well a man can dream can't he?
I have hope
better to spend an hour with you than sleep a day away.
Physics cannot map a potential future
god knows I can't either.
Whose to say
could be all to the good
at very least it's better than a solitude
A rose can grow and go
to be a lovers gift on Valentine
or thorny likeness tear a red scorned line.
The jars have lost there labels
so we take gulps with crossed fingers.
Hadrian defences against harsh hurling forces
might block catastrophic catapults
more thoughts needs to be put to past
to allow gentle  adorable  blossoms to fall at your feet.
Hugs won't fit a wall.
What's the worse you can lose?
Hope? Nope.
Nothing.
You need to throw your reckless and restless limbs onto the wire
to allow a opening for bacteria to collect and populate your ventricles.