Hope Poem by Ludolf Dauphin

How far you think you'll get
between four-squares stonewalls
gaining unaffordable weighs
your mind like sunny side up egg
Racing with no purpose
A dwindle life at best
on its third courses of failing dreams
When desire lacked ambition
Frivolous mind masked all hope, and still

is all life has to offer.
The expectancy of a future
Round and round the clock tick
as time wasted
Every day could be the same
And yet, no two days are the same
At least to every other's perspective
What you do with your day
Depends on you and you alone

in your favor, some days work
There are days everything will
turn against you.
Everyone still fights.
Everyone still struggles.
Otherwise, the future is non-existence.
All the while, hope
is all you have to maintain
It is how life is.
It is how life has been
It is how life would always be.