Hope, the immortally fastened spiritual rope that doesn't snap.
There is a short ceiling to instant gratification, instantaneous dopamine releases starve the muscle of longevity.
A miniscule shall oppose, the interminable, logic defiant, hopeful version of you.
The Obstinately Hopeful
// poetry
To my feet a jump rope
Try Hopeamine without the dope
With a better half did I elope
Writing on a smudged page to cope.
Driving on the white strokes
Yes, the one's between the city street
In the fake city I beamed a smile growing up
But now the high-away up north seems sweet.
The city up north is cold and blurry
I get lost in the smoke with a chill
Hiding in the haze of an uncertain dark sky
I'm trusting on the Creator to foot this adventurous bill.
Sometimes deviate from the marker
The white strokes on the street
Breaking secular and keeping high morality
Freedom can only spear the furacious secular sweet.
