Two-Faced Necessity

Hope is a fickle, contrary mistress, tormenting the most courageous of hearts and soothing concern with a soft caress. She occasionally lurches what she starts, like a roller coaster with faulty brakes, tormenting the most courageous of hearts. But all yearn for the concoction she makes. Desiring the anxious thrill it provides, like a roller coaster with faulty brakes. Found in the flowers at loved ones’ bedsides, people cultivate the drug for new health, desiring the anxious thrill it provides. Poor men cling to it, eyeing wanton wealth, essential as air in surviving life, people cultivate the drug for new health. She can always be found where there is strife. Hope is a fickle, contrary mistress, essential as air in surviving life and soothing concern with a soft caress. 11/15/12