The future is never clear,
The morning fog hasn't been lifted.
In a world filled with talent,
What's the point of being gifted?
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Late Night Poetry
PoetryRambly poems that I write late at night. I only just realised that rhymed, how ironic. Uploads every Friday
Future
The future is never clear,
The morning fog hasn't been lifted.
In a world filled with talent,
What's the point of being gifted?
