What The Future Holds. - Poem by Justin Merrill
I don't know where my life is taking me,
but I know it won't lead me in the wrong direction.
So, I ask of my life, to bring truthfully,
I ask the future, to make it happen quicker.
What is there can't been seen,
unless it is shown.
I am trying to show,
but life, lead me to the next path.
Future, let me get there quicker.
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