The Obvious Way To Fix Poem by Justin Fitzpatrick

You say to me all these little things
That are to make my mind unfurl
You grasp upon my hope
And leave me wishing still

You reminiscent of memories
And tell of a future to be
I reiterate a past
And you say it does not repeat

You smile and laugh at me
Chanting as if I am naive
Is it I who not grasp you
Or you not being able to see

I cannot lift my head
It has stayed down so long
You utter of confidence
And I hope you are wrong

You speak of all these words
As though I can follow through
You know not of my fear
Of what I am never able to do