The Future
The past, the present, the future,
they aren't all the same.
If it all turns out bad,
I only have myself to blame.
Who am I as a person to question someone else's future,
and who they want to be?
As much as I have to look forward to,
the only thing I should be worried about is me.
Success is the the road I want to take,
the road I must go through.
When money isn't the prime reward,
I still must question, what shall I do?
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