Could I be unrealistic for wanting a better future?
Maybe I'm just simplistic
Having noticed my linguistic behavior
A realistic system of thought invaded my brain
Thinking of my prospective makes me pessimistic
Caught up in a materialist world
With swirled feelings
My ambitions have surpassed the ceiling
Imaging the dealings of mankind
Do not get caught behind; get on your grind
Time waits for no one
Like a sublime beauty in the night
This anticipation of our timorrow
Don't let it be in sorrow
Copyright (C) 2007 by Ackroy Lashley
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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