Written by: JustcallMe Britt

Disillusioned by the chase Hope has provided me 
Trust led to outcomes inferior to my expectations
I realized in its frequency that It may be a dream
Weakened by a temporary taste of ecstasy
I choose love

A fatal marathon I find necessary for my survival
An irony we’re all too familiar with but some do not recognize
We work so hard to live just to lose everything when we cease to exist
Yet, our pursuits come before all common sense
Because, there is possibility