Hope is the godsend, that carries us through.
The prayer and gospel, the faith that we choose.
Hope is the swan song, the bird in its cage.
The confidence lifelong, a salve to the rage.
Hope is delusion, insanity writ.
Complete confusion, except for “what if?”
Hope is the struggle, with reason and doubt,
The hubble-bubble — we can’t live without.
Hope is a gamble, a fuel for the chi,
A flame with such, ample, profundity.
Hope is elusive, but worth trying to find,
The world is more gentle, with hope by your side.
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