Life is very complicated matter
None of us can give any hope
For we are all doomed
Not even a comfort we can share
Moreover of love
We are a being of egoistic selfish
And bring nothing but tears of suffering for others
None of us ever could bring hope
Because hope never a part of our to give
But even we have hope
The greed of our heart change it
And leave hope out of the equation
And this is our human legacy
To be lost of hope
And hold on onto gold and silver
Who give no hope but else
A mirage of desert
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