Future
The future is so mysterious,
I don't know if i'm happy or serious.
You may say i'm delirious,
When I say the future may be sour or delicious.
What will happen when I grow older,
Will I stay like this or will my heart go yonder?
There's no one to say how my future may grow,
Will I be able to say yes or a defeated no?
Whatever happens I can't escape,
This crazy little thing they call fate.
I don't know if the future will make me glad,
Or will it hurt me and make me sad?
What will happen when the world ends,
Will I ever be able to see my friends?
Please just give us a sign,
So that I can finish this rhyme.
Copyright © Mikel Tadeje | Year Posted 2011
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