Visions from the Future

You’re living in a fantasy

High in a glass castle

Chained to a desk with a pen

Mind will combust from within

Your keys don’t lie in a land of symbols

You’re buried in ten thousand hours

This is your best year- cherish your innocence

Dark clouds will come and take permanence

Your values become uncertain

When failure lifts the curtain

And the mirror cracks,

Leaving certain doom to be imminent.