Future
A day, a week, a year
Speeding by no time to steer
What is real? I do not know
Changing space and time flow
My future is not near, it's here
Take a breath look deep inside
My heart with vision many-eyed
Sees ahead fortunities
Glimpses of our unities
When we together ride
Can we do what others dreamed?
Our thoughts run together, streamed
Shooting high our plans
To sky and other lands
For each the other esteemed.
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