a cordial greeting

Blind hope, I keep holding on to it
Can you tell me when to let go?
To release this stitch
One last time in order to heal for good

Is it my lack of cool?
The way the words just fall out of my mouth?
I cannot be what it is....
That you want me to replace

I am holding as I said
Yet I can't help but think
This rope is getting frayed
And my patience likewise