Where’s my tow-rope on this uphill slope
Day to day I lope around; try to cope
But life is there, just waiting to slit my hope
So I continue to grope around in the dark and mope
Around cos again my hope fell to the ground: eloped
With everything else good that I tried to control
Too often this life seems hope-less; You secure a guy-rope
To give your scope foundation but it’s cut by rogues
I thought there was hope but the strobe
That flashes so fast: this world; this globe
It confused my mind and stole my hearts desire
So I ask you, friend: can you define
Where’s this hope that you said was mine

June 2, 2013 





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