Since I've thought about my future and begged it to be static
I want it to be a calm stream of river
But the more time gets close, it's a crystal clear, crushing wave that'll linger
I knot it won't be fine, but it will be ruined more
If I can't think of what or who should I do this for
Help, as I'm being washed away from my thoughts, away from the shore
I want in the next ten years, that I'll thank myself for the choiced that I lure
But today I just can't be sure
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One Hundred Fifty
RandomFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...
