The future changes


Day light shines in to my eyes;
Why am I always surprised?
Another day, the time still moves into an unknown future,
That nobody can truly view, I’ll wager.


People leave echoes in history.
What will be the meaning of my story?
Will I be famous when I grow up?
Or will I be lost inside the history books?


The hopes that I had, I gave them all away;
To apathy, procrastination and thinking no way.
There was no more hope in the bottom of the box.
It was taken long ago, so when I arrived it was gone.


The future is changeable and I am unable,
To think of a better time that has not yet arrived.
I wish I was unrestrainable and nothing not capable,
But the truth is a trigger and I cannot survive.


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