Hope is a necessary foundation
It’s crucial, we need it to survive
To foster progress
To keep on living
But what happens when you hope
And hope
And each time you’re shot down
You’re wrong again
You’re alone again
And it’s really no ones fault
The globe keeps spinning
Life moves on
And you’re left with the final decision
Open up again?
Hope again?
After all that effort and time
That lifting of the heart, the “maybe this will be it, maybe I’ll stop needing to recover with this one, maybe he’ll be my oasis”
But hey, isn’t life a game
Don’t we play it well?
And the only way we can recover
Not drowning in our own sad
Our disappointment
Is by hoping again.
That’s some ironic shit.
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