Tomorrow
What will become of my life?
The unknown of all that could be
burns at my soul with strife
and blinds my eyes at what is before me.
I glaze over and my thoughts become numb
deleriouse with confushion thus I am dumb
Copyright © Thomas Hopkins | Year Posted 2008
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