Hopelessness is sitting on the roadside
And chewing cola nuts
That stains your teeth.
The beggar without passion
Walking the empty streets at night.
A sparrow at the birdfeed
Picking up scraps of faded dreams.
And the pills that help you
But last through the night.
Hope is sound and tested.
The unborn that will know life
Never wondering in the cold night
To get where the time is past and late
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