Our hopes ... 

Our hopes, desires and wishes.
Sometime is too big.
Same as crazy desire,
In desert mirage to touch.
Our hopes,
Desires and wishes.
Sometime ...
Is black.
Sometime ...
Is white.
And here ...
There is nothing strange.
Because we are only people.
And such was the human nature.
Who never ...
Never stop in the middle.
And go ...
Every time only ahead.
Our hopes,
Desires and wishes.
Sometime ...
Is too big.
And for us is no matter,
That it is ..
As race in the desert.
When we want mirage to touch.
Because ...
Prime target for us,
Our hopes,
Desires and wishes.
And nothing more, just it.