Hope is a metaphor,
For the things we want,
But can't adore.
For things we need,
But can't restore.
We hope for fortune,
And daily rest.
We hope for greatness,
To rise above the best.
But hope isn't there,
When we see despair.
When we see other people,
That just don't care.
We hope against the world,
That we get what we need.
But as our life unfurls,
All we see is greed.
Greed and hope,
One and the same.
Like a weakened rope,
They just lead to pain.
Driving us insane,
Unable to think,
In life's acid rain.
We all just drink,
From hope's rotten drain.
Hope to be beyond hope,
If you think you can.
Just see if you can cope,
Without that helping hand.
I can't see the future,
But I can hope for the past.
Can hope we're all mutual,
When we see hope doesn't last.
Hoping isn't bad.
I hope we can save ourselves,
From ourselves.
Can hope for us to be glad.
But that gets me nowhere,
Hoping for reminiscence.
Hoping we can share,
Hoping we pay our penance.
Hoping we ease the glare,
Of our global cares.
Hoping we stop and stare,
At our invaluable shares.
Shares of mankind,
That we all carry.
Destined in a bind,
We must all be wary.
We must all beware,
Of our endings bared.
Righteous broken cares,
Makes our hoping,
Unfair...
