do you vaporize your hopes when you vaporize your dreams?
do they diverge on forever, or can they join up again like streams?
are you doomed to become a refugee in the valley of your regrets?
is the damnation of your being what hopelessness begets?
Do the clouds amidst your soul make rainbows as they block the sun?
Does energy still flow through you to face the race we call life, and run?
Is there still hope residing in the corners, at the bottom of your pandora’s box?;
Or have you become too scared to try again, to try and pick those locks?