Future
Oh what the future holds!
You're expected to do all of these great things.
It's hard to focus on what those things may bring
when you're consumed by debt and the struggles of life.
That's when minds lose their light.
How to keep it, you may ask?
Do what you love and the thoughts will pass.
Art, I say. Art is what I want to do.
The ability to create on a daily basis is all I want to persue.
The flow of my thoughts
may bring light to another.
The inspiration that comes with art is through sharing with eachother.
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