Hope

Can there be a point

In living

You can never be sure

Isn't it as Camus said

Aren't we all just condemned?

Does anyone have a chance?

Shouldn't we all just

Lie down in our cells

And wait for the stars to fade

And the sun sets

Or should we just

Fool ourselves

With pointless optimistic ideas

When the sunrises will it free me?

No,

It condemns

In a hot and stubborn manner

Telling us to trust the chaos

The insanity

Isn't it as Poe said

That horrible sanity

Is it really better to live life aware?

Knowing that when the sun rises

The executioner comes

Or better

To hope that the rising sun

Is something more

Then such things

Ever are