Were the streets to be paved with diamonds
Such that the light of the sun
Blinded all who walked upon them
Still would I walk
Were the skies to be filled with smoke
Such that the weight of the air
Smothered all who breathed it
Still would I breathe
Were the blinding streets endless and
Suffocating air omnipresent
Such that the air and light
Could not be escaped, except for hiding
Still would I remain exposed
For I have seen the pleasant side of Hope
And all that remains is to retain it
That it may allow sight and breath
For I have seen the spoils of being Vulnerable
And so shall I gamble