°What it seems°

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In less than a second the future is present.
In the blink of an eye our world could die.
I have dreams made of gold,
But I don't know what tomorrow will hold.

Where will I be in 5 hours, 5 days, 5 years...
Will I be happy, can I say I've made it and cheers?
Or will I have missed out on to much?

What will I be looking for?
Who will be with me, who will get out of touch?

I can't believe it will be insignificant what I'm imagining now...
But I have to consider,
We will never say I love you
And there will never be end scene and bow.

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