Hope

When I go out hiking during the week,

And see a car alone on the mountain peak,

I like to imagine just for fun,

They’re waiting to say I’m the chosen one,

Before sending me on a rollicking quest,

At a mighty wizard’s behest,

But I know it’s more likely than not,

They’re either having sex or smoking pot.

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