Treasure Island

Brandon Park

(October 7th,1993 / Hollywood, FL)

The Future


I sit here
Dreaming of the future
A bright, beautiful future
Is all I can ever dream of

But in reality
I face failure
Brutal, treacherous
Failure

That bright, beautiful future
Feels as though it's slipping away
Seamlessly
Like it was never even a possibility

I sit here
Analyzing everything I do
Everything I want to do
And the way I will get it

I know now
That I have to change my ways
Change my habits
If I am to ever get my dream

That beautiful dream
That wondrous, perfect future
Is all I've ever wanted
And all I will ever want

Submitted: Monday, February 28, 2011

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