Hope.

I can see where you're hiding.

And it's no longer a secret.

I stumbled across the depths of an empty ocean,

waiting for nothing to emerge,

but expecting something like a tidal wave- to sweep me off my feet, fly me away.

Even when I knew there was nothing,

I still hoped for something.

I guess that's what keeps us going, is hoping,

even when we know there is no reason to hope.