Hope like Cocaine

Many standing with no strength to their knees. Drenched in sweat at noon like worms in empty juice cans. Eyeballs strolling in its sockets looking for what's not, in a maze where there seems to be no way.

In the train instead of eyes to be shut, the eyes look straight like a computer command, Ctrl + O. We must move no matter what for today might be the good day. Coins might be many today. We need butter, milk, cheese and chips. Everything will be alright one day. When? I don't know.

I read. I must get my As. I need them even when I see smart dudes with empty pockets. Focus on your destiny, they tell me. Stars are different. It's the hope. It's the hope, they say that kills. We live in hope.

If you look up, you might receive. He that is down fears no fall. Just believe. Keep hoping. You have little. What can your little do for you? Just try and keep pushing with hope. We are hungry but we are hopeful. Full of hope. Like cocaine, it drives us mad. We have little to eat and nothing to spare but we are running on hope.

Hope is a drug. For people who don't do drugs, they surely take this one. It drives you high. It makes you think big things. It makes you walk around town like the next billionaire. Hope can drive you mad. It makes you talk to yourself. People take it before they go to work. And we buy it from people who sell it. We need it, they tell us for what do we have to lose.

Since we can't buy enough food, let us buy hope.