The World of Soon To Be
Here I stand Here in the present world Staring out At the distant future The world of soon-to-be And it stares back It’s questioning eyes piercing me The decisions Make them Make them Make them But I can’t Too hard A future I’m not ready for Has come too soon And I’m scared Of making the wrong decision Screwing everything up Because As they so often say Life is short So you gotta make the right decision straight off Which is Exactly What I’m so afraid off.
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