Morning hope, gimme your hand again,
Every morning I hold onto you Like I'm insane,
How did I even know about you?
Why do I think that I need you?
Many questions linger in my mind about hope,
It enslaves man just like dope,
You need it when you are hanging on a rope,
Or when walking on ground slippery like soap.
I wonder if spiders hold onto you,
You deserve to be flashed down the loo,
More so the false side of you,
That leaves men without any clue.
Hope, you are so invisible,
Common among the gullible,
If only men are sensible,
If only you were visible.
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