2031
Empty promises. like missiles they fly;
2031?
Feels like we can't look forward to tomorrow;
Fragile plans, you walk on eggshells to not see
them explode into an expiration date;
The future never felt so achingly delicate
demanding you live for the moment;
Even as we long for something to strive toward
and show us the power of each sunrise;
The year 2031 should not read like an
expiration date filled with empty promises;
Plans for the future should have us dreaming
so high we never even see the ground.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2022
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