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The little plank of hope

Sometimes the world is a bitch
Everyone seems to conspire against you
The wind, the sun, the moon the earth
Even your own heart and mind gives up on you
But take a deep breath and hold on
Don't give up on the little plank of hope you are holding on to
It will see you through
The sun will smile again
The breeze will cool you down again
The moon will seduce once again with its waxing and waning
The mind will come around and kiss you with the joys you have been through
The heart will overwhelm you with passion and joy

But I still maintain that life is a bitch
It tempts you with pleasures that cause you pain
Leaving you in the whirlpool of emotions that's too difficult for the tiny plank of hope to deal with
But don't worry the tiny plank of hope is magical
It can hold your weight and the weight of your troubles
Through all the turbulence around

You have been strong and you have won
Both feeding your heart and the mind
Your time will come soon
The waves of happy emotions will flood your gates again

So hold on mate to that little plank of hope
You are the Noah of your world
Shouldering the responsibility to save all that is dear to you
You can mate and you will
Just live another Day more
And the new season of happiness shall begin

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