Where does hope live
Is it in our heart
Does our daily routine
Fortify it
Or take it away
Is your life grey
Or can you see the colors
Is hope a destination
Or perhaps an attitude
That you take with you
On the journey
It can be hard to hold on to
When times are tough
But isn't that when it's
The most precious
It can even stay with you
When you change direction
A nebulous, invisible commodity
This hope
But vital for survival, I think
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