A lot of people seem to be alive, not having the energy to succumb to death, the treacherous hand, the villian Life deals to them. Opposition and Challenges are the task masters, life pushes unto their path, crippling them with crazy disasters. Life is a cruel university of reality, where the innocent get caught in its unjust entanglement of webs keeping them bound. Later on to be dealt with by employing demeaning Lecturers called Obstacles and Challenges.
Faint Heartedly, a lot of Us cling to a tainted hope, a false light that flickers at the end of our turbulent
Journey. With a feeble faith in our hearts, we cling in despair and a tight grip to the torments life surrounds us with, alive but dead inside praying earnestly that we find ourselves in this Mace called life. Hanging on by a thread, a flicker of Hope and a flickering light that keeps their little pint of hope alive. They surge forward shuffling their feet, grudgingly, Living but dead inside.
Tainted hope in the air, that's what life has done to us, crushed out the little hope in us, and caused us to only exist, moving in whatever direction it directs us in, we are bound in it chains of struggle, heavily weighing us down, trudging along in a wobegon State, wondering when we would come alive in spirit. The Hope of the living dead it's .
Sadly we have no other option; we can only hope for what is yet to come,