Optimistically Realistic

I tried to clean up my act

But I ran out of soap

I tried to come down

But I had too much dope

They were going to hang me

But had too short of rope

They were going to burn me

But all it was smoke

We were going to climb

But only faced slope

We were going to deal

But just couldn’t cope

Everybody wants answers

But not if its nope

Everybody wants faith

But can’t get past hope

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