Misplaced hope,
Is found in fluid truth,
Floating in the stream of life,
In the essence of your youth.
The years will pass on by,
With emptiness unfulfilled,
This viewpoint of transition,
Becomes stale and overly chilled.
But there are better waters,
A well that never runs dry,
Come and meet my Jesus,
He will give you forever joy inside.
Uttering from Jenn's Pen 