hope , I always told friends
is but a four leter word
like food, dope, love, home,
bend, life, hell, moon, bird
tired of toil, night after night
i dream, still do, of being a conjurer
to conjure, to materialise
materials, metals, money that matter
matter that matters
whether you like or you don’t
to live, to eat, to build, to bend
to buy, to travel, to fly, to die…
to love, perhaps, you are free
till a child is born or two
burn your fingers and die
for never can you hope to surivive
jackson’s “neverland”, he had to flee
for it never, never, belonged to him
but our neverlands are here to stay
whether you laugh, cry, sleep or run away
hope does, in any case, as hope could
till a four lettered “fuck” wipes it away…
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