Visions Poem by Cody O'Hara

Visions



They always talk
About your life
Flashing before
Your eyes when
You kick the bucket

But what about
The future that
Lies, an expanse,
In front of us
Blinking in and out

Like some sort
Of mysterious dream
Or vision, of which
We only understand
Silent whispers

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