Analysis of Hope

I couldn't count
And sure as heck couldn't doubt
For it was so true
I felt I was really loosing my mind

For as I would put something down
Never to find it no more
Ever lost in the black
 Back corners of my mind

As things would come and go
And sometimes even travel full circle
That they would remain sometimes lost forever
In the places of the mind

So please pick up your chin
Up far from the ground
And please don't loose hope

Whether it be of good news or bad
As sometimes things
 Do have away to work themselfs out.