I have always wondered what was hope.
So many people always said you,
Needed to have it, or you make do
Yet hope barely help walk the tightrope.
Yet it is hard to cope.
With the the world as a never ending zoo,
Of people that won’t look at you.
Yet the phrase always, have hope.
But you can’t see hope, with a microscope.
You can’t feel it in your shoe
Yet that saying is alway with you
And yet many don’t even believe in that hope.
But there is also despair
Yet this hope is always there