The Question Future Brings.
and here i am, once again.
i don't know what to do,
I don't know how to do.
I don't know anything.
Yet I'm standing here like a complete idiot.
What is my future gonna be?
What will happen this summer?
More pain, or more grace and beauty?
What do i feel?
How do i feel?
What do they think of me?
Will they remember me as someone they used to know in school, and say how mad driven i was, because i lashed out and didn't explain myself?
Or will they just forget it all?
Cuz i sure hope they do.
Will the summer bring faithful days or crippling depression in the sun?
Will i bring positivity, or negativity?
Funny, is it not, how everything could change in a single year?
But why..wonder about the future?
Especially when you can be happy at the moment, hm?
Well sadly, i do not know anything at the moment.
Just sitting in pure bliss of fear and control.
But what will the future bring?
What shall the future bring?
Just a simple
"I don't know.";
We're not to wander off into our thoughts and think about the future as the present lays around, bored without you.
Who even likes boredom?
Surely not me.
Stay in the present so the future won't be tragic.
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