Monday, January 24, 2011

Sight

I sometimes fear that only I, alone,
Can see the future-no, not what it holds,
But that it's there-that only I have grown
Up, and see the life that still unfolds
Before me. I can see a world where I
Have real responsibility and cares,
A world where deep concerns and troubles lie,
But where I'm comfortable despite their snares,
A world in which I know what I desire
And do it, following my chosen way;
But no one else can see it. I aspire,
And in aspiring see a brighter day:
But as I do, I see the night surround
My friends and hope that they are safe and sound.

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