Genesis of Hope

On a familiar solitary evening,

Pensive, or may be a Mope..

Wandering in my inward self,

I paid visit to a dying hope.

I asked of, genuineness of its life.

And the rationale of its birth,

The timing of its demise..

For whatever that was worth.

"Your mind is my mother", it said.

"Anticipation is my father dear..

I also have an evil twin..

You have christened it as Fear".

"Fear and I are in perpetual feud,

Yet sans the other, one can't fare..

If I win its blissful certainty,

For if Fear wins, its despair".

Assimilating the answer I got,

"I have seen many like you die,"

Answered I without much thought,

"Most part of your life was a lie".

"I am true when I originate,

And false, if you fabricate..

Your mind owns my fate,

Your honesty spells my state".

"What has to happen; anyhow will,

Like it has always in the past..

I have no bearing on the future, still,

You would wish to lose me last.