A Day Dream

A hope in the air
For the young a possibility
A could happen
For the withered a ritual
An acknowledgement it won't happen
Yet an understanding
Of the need for hope

As one who acquiesces
I play the lottery for the morbidity
I have lost the desire to win
And yet I continue
I know the truth of it
Not for the hope
But for the misery

I do it for the pain
I do it for the insanity of it
I pay my two dollars
Not to win
But for my sarcophagus
They always say good luck
I always wonder if they know