Treasure Island

William King Jr.

(June 28,1992 / Cleveland, OH)

Hope


Hope controls motivation limits
And keeps all alive; those who believe in it
For with hope
You know you've been defeated
But still you try
Keeping hope alive
Is option less unless we try
To put it away
Hope maintains freedom
Freedom of survival
And the choice to lay down and die
Or to run
Escape misery for life anew
When you feel adrenaline
Rush through your soul
You'll have the urge to push on
And the will to overcome all odds
Even when you die
Hope for a future, perfect to all
Selfishness will not be good for anyone
Release yourself

Submitted: Saturday, October 22, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, January 10, 2012

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