Where am I runnin' to,
Where is this world comin' to,
What kinda bangs am I jumpin' to,
What doors will I be bustin' through,
Be good cause I'll be trustin' you,
What burning bridges will I be duckin' through,
Who will I be becomin' into in the future to come?
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Kez (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Where what who? What will happen in the future?
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you can trust me kenz
I know of course i can trust you! Just someone else
who?
A random person...
ok lol
Yeah
Question after question all with no answer because the future can not be told until it is written. Lovely
Thank you
The future will be what it will be, nice write
Thank you
You are very welcome
The idea of a future, something different, an adventure even, is so unbelievably exciting
Yes, thank you NinjaGirl
love it
Thanks Lily
This has the feel of a song, what can you turn it into?
Yeah it does,
a question we all keep asking, and seeking an answer to always
the uncertainty is so well expressed
Thank you Nafisa
you are most welcome
have a good day
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