Hope, a mirage

Is the hope carrying me?
Or am I carrying the hope?
Am I carrying an extra baggage,
For, just in case?

Perhaps, it is practical,
To drop the extra weight.
Perhaps, it is possible,
To move on without it too.

Why does it make me believe,
That there’s water ahead?
Because life is a desert,
And hope is a mirage!

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