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


As they so often say

Life is short

So you gotta make the right decision straight off

Which is


What I’m so afraid off.

The End

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