Hope is a funny thing
Even though I am not laughing
Hope is the food that dangles before the animal
But even when the food is finally devoured
Hunger soon returns
And when all hope is achieved
What is left to anticipate? We are constantly hoping for something
When we have everything wished for
What purpose is there in existing?
Published in: on August 18, 1998 at 5:07 pm  Leave a Comment  
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