Direction’s Sight
I played my last card
My heart thumped hard
Could this be the end
Of the money I couldn’t spend
Futuristic dreams
Felt like far off beams
I choked when it tore
What I wanted more
Than anything else in life
Instead slashed like a knife
My dreams and goals
Are all that pulls
Where do I go now
More importantly, how
I finally came true
It felt like I flew
I found I wasn’t alone
But how to get a loan
This seems a blight
People say my future is bright
Perhaps they see
Though more likely it’s me
Perhaps in my future
I will see a little fuller
More of what around
Instead of just the ground
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