Greed through Hope.

A starry winter night,

with not a soul in sight.

As I walk back real slow,

through empty streets and the snow.

I ask myself in my thoughts so careful;

what makes a man more doleful?

Does greed tie him down with a bruising rope,

or is it when he tastes hope?

He told me then;

Greed will burn his heart with fire,

drive him crazy, make him a liar.

Hope will wash him away,

drown him and make him stay.

So I ask myself again more careful,

what must make a man more doleful?

Is it greed that pushes him to suffocation,

or hopes which he thinks are his redemption?

He came closer and told me softly in my ear,

That greed had him take life as it came,

no inhibitions no shame.

But treacherous hope always held him still,

greed really burns but darling hope kills.

_____

Until next time,

Love, always

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