In the Future

In the future,

I won't see the stars,

Ever.

They'll be gone,

Behind cars,

Behind buses,

Behind pollution,

Behind radioactive clouds.

The stars will fade

away.

They won't want to

stay.

They'll shine bright for someone

else.

They won't like it

here.

In the future,

the stars won't matter.

In the future,

neither will I.

The End

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