Hope

There is this thing deep down,

Something beyond the rustle and bustle of the crowded halls.

It may be red, blue, or brown,

I find that there is always something so profound that it enthralls.

WIthout it I would be lost.

And I would have nothing left to find.

Alone out in the frost,

In the snowy plane, blind.

Left alone with my ambitions,

But with no will to survive.

But these are life’s conditions.

And everyone is required to thrive.

People who have a little hope,

Always find their way, at least that is what I hope.