The Future Calls To Me
As I sit alone, talking to myself
I stare at the books upon my shelf.
They remind me of what I want to be.
And why the future calls to me.
I dream big, never small.
It's either that or not at all.
I stay adamant of what I love.
Because i feel like it's a message sent from above.
I find peace, whenever my fingers travel through blank pages.
I think of what I haven't done in ages.
When an idea comes to me, I’m reminded of what I want to be
And why the future calls to me.
I'm different, not like everyone else that I know.
I find joy in writing about what I feel.
Even though it may not be real.
Even though to some, it may not be a very big deal.
Still, I write what I please.
And I do this with ease.
It reminds me of what I want to be.
And why the future calls to me.
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