Pandora's box

When pandora opened the box,
Everything in it ran off, sacred of what was left inside,
Just like her,
Growing up this was that one word she hated, 
Or rather was scared of the most
HOPE
We live our entire life in uncertainty. 
Of heads or tales
Of odd or even
Of only better and never worse 
But what if one day, all if this a just a lie
Or wake up from one big dream
Or just fall of from that cliff? 
What if Pandora hadn't opened it,
What if hope didn't stay?
When the world was burning, 
And people dying,
Why, why
why?
Of all the things in that box,
Why did hope stay? 

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