Hope

Life, for you only have yourself;
The road is so long. A key to win one’s heart;
Lucky cat 7 so many tone coloured walls.

Balloons pop of forgotten promises.
I ride the money train in vain;
A poker game with a salesman’s trick.

We sail the sea of many.
Dark clouds circle if you let them -
Over one’s head.
A bed becomes a safety net.

Hold tight with friends’ hands
And let’s build that bridge of hope together.

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