Hope

We carry our prisons within us

And we think we've found our way out when we cling on to something

Some Halo of light

Something called Hope.

We hope that we'll escape

We hope that we'll be at peace with ourselves

We hope that we shall tear apart these prisons from within our ribs

And we shall be us again

But little do we realise

That these prisons

These tiny little dark cells

Are not in our ribs

Or our hearts

Or our brains

They're in each of our atoms

And they shall return to ashes

When we return to dust

And yet,

Yet, we hope.

That's why it's said,

"Hope, is a dangerous thing

Hope can drive a man insane."