Hope

I have been pondering about the nature of hope;
Why do I get hooked on to it, like addicts to dope?
Everytime I cling on to it, it lets me go,
Lets me drop, to the dark valley so low
That I can't locate a single ray of light;
Expecting me to give up my Sisyphean fight

But, I crawl
I start climbing
And I fall
I keep climbing

I can do nothing but believe, as long as I am living,
That though it fails me, hope is a good thing