In a few years
Where will I be?
Will I grow up
Or drift out to sea?
Will I find love
Or will it find me?
In a few years
Where will I be?
In a few years
Where will she be?
Will she give up
Or will she be free?
Will her heart fail
Or just feel happy
In a few years
Where will she be?
In a few years
Where will we be?
Will we live on
Or burn like a tree
Will we not fight
Or issue decrees?
In a few years
Where will we be?
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Beautiful Enough To Frame
PoetryTwo years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.