The winds rocks the earth beneath my feet,
As I try to catch a glimpse,
A glimpse of tomorrow,
What does my future hold?
Anything but the present I silently pray,
I continue to silently pray as I imagine my days to pass quickly,
I shut my eyes and try to free my mind and ponder,
The future, the future,
It's all that's come to thought these days,
My guiltly pleasure,
My secret thought...
My only wish...
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