Is there any hope left ?

is there an escape from selfishness?

can exhaling and inhaling be forgettable.

can happiness be as sweet as an everlasting moment , an infinity in the now.

or can doors open into dreamy oblivion.

yearning towards an exit , any exit.

There is only birth and destruction , there are no exits , non at all.

or could it be my last illusion ? that there is NO EXIT.

Tired , I lay down into my chores. never dreaming , never hoping , never being more than I am.

Is there any hope left ?