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There will always be something across the river

There always be something to make me shiver

There will always be something there for me

Or at least I hope so

Hope 

My driver

My dream

My lover

My steam

Through valleys and hills

Through stories and pills

I can hope for better

I can hope for more

I’ll escape the hate

Embrace my fate

I hope it’s not too late

For thyself to skate

across the desert of shattered screams

For me to reconcile with my maladaptive daydreams

For once I have something to live for

I’ll wish on a star to not lose this scar

To and fro, I’ll drive

A heartache to a hope,

a prerogative to scope

I hope

I yearn

I pine

I hopelessly 

watch

Hope.