If I bet on Humanity
I would be betting on a dream
An idea that never truly formed
I would be betting on hope
On thin air
Grasping for the wisps
Of a shadow slipping away
The half drawn portrait
of a beautiful woman
Not finished, never finished
Betting on an abstract thing
That could have been
But never was
If I bet on Humanity
I would be a poor woman
With empty pockets
But a heart full of hope
Left with nothing but everything
Betting on the underdog
Knowing it will loose
But hoping
Only hoping
They will pull through in the end
But never do
If I didn’t bet on Humanity
I wouldn’t be who I am
I would be rooting for the winner
The full formed idea
Betting on some surety
But that isn’t me
I bet on the loser
In the face of failure
Hoping they will make it out
Of the hole they dug
The shadow of what could be
Hoping in vain for victory
But victory never came
I wouldn’t be who I am
If I didn’t bet on Humanity
Because I am humanity
I am the child of thousands
The idea not yet formed
I am betting on us
On me and who I can be
But never turned out to be