Future
It always leaves before I get there
It sense's when I'm coming
Chaotically in all directions
Out of reach to keep me running..
Perpetuated off decisions
Made from bit and pieces
Of needs and wants that I in-vision
That grow beyond my thesis..
I call to it with no reply
As I gain my momentum
But it never looks me in the eye
Which leads me to invent some..
Reason bound by explanation
Of why or where Im going
But I follow with anticipation
Without me ever knowing..
Although I keep myself in motion
I see the path behind me
Grows longer to complete the notion
Im freeing whats inside me..
Still I go on with dedication
To complete what has begun
The chase feeds my imagination
Of the man I will become
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