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January 18, 2020


We talk about the future as if we knew where it would be
Making choices like we had any guarantees.

Starting early with all this planning,
As if we had answers that were enchanting.

But we don’t,
We’re clueless as before,
Naive as we hope that our dreams will soar.

We’re winging it every day
creating mistakes along the way.

It’s like looking through a foggy window with dread.
It’s scary that we don’t know what lies ahead.

But we have to trust that life will turn up just right.
Fingers crossed, eyes closed, that our fate is bright.


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  • Deleted User

    This is such a beautiful and meaningful piece!

    10 months ago