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I feel strength returning The sun is gradually rising The future slowly appearing The future Once so misty and hazy Was always there Not pre-destined But available To shape, to inhabit Though black clouds may blind me The future remains There is always tomorrow Tomorrow will never disappear Even if I do And there is always Humanity and hope So long as people survive There will always be love So long as children are born There will always be education So long as cultures endure There will always be compassion Though I may be driven to extremes There is always my tomorrow Not the tomorrow Others may predict for me But the one I create for myself A vast ocean Of possibilities If I can just fight against Delusion In the distance The sounds of gulls Soars above the bash Of foaming seas The earth shows me my inner nature Sometimes clear Sometimes shrouded But constant as the changing landscape A novel of endlessly turning pages Each chapter describing a different pattern Like rotating seasons Predicatably unpredictable We go on In this way Towards The future
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Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
The reassuring constancy of change
I feel strength returning The sun is gradually rising The future slowly appearing The future Once so misty and hazy Was always there Not pre-destined But available To shape, to inhabit Though black clouds may blind me The future remains There is always tomorrow Tomorrow will never disappear Even if I do And there is always Humanity and hope So long as people survive There will always be love So long as children are born There will always be education So long as cultures endure There will always be compassion Though I may be driven to extremes There is always my tomorrow Not the tomorrow Others may predict for me But the one I create for myself A vast ocean Of possibilities If I can just fight against Delusion In the distance The sounds of gulls Soars above the bash Of foaming seas The earth shows me my inner nature Sometimes clear Sometimes shrouded But constant as the changing landscape A novel of endlessly turning pages Each chapter describing a different pattern Like rotating seasons Predicatably unpredictable We go on In this way Towards The future
3rd August 2016
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Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
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