The Future
In ten years,
who knows where I will be?
Here? Maybe there?
closer to my goals?
maybe further away?
Who cares?
All that matters is that I’m happy.
And yes. I’m happy.
I’d like to live the life of a vagabond,
A free spirit
¡Unpredictability!
What’s next? Who knows?
I’m a firecracker. You never
know when I will pop
or maybe I’ll only crackle
All that matters is that I’m happy.
And yes. I’m happy.
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