Hope comes before wisdom, he thought with himself
There is no other way for it to be
One precedes the cause, the primary shell
The other, now one can see
Before the glass has been dropped on the floor
There was a serene thirst within
One that expected to be nothing more
Than an easy road for the win
Now that he sees that the glass is no more
He knows that it’s done, it's it
So he’s left with the task to explore
The wisdom that is not really sweet