The Future

 

Scared girls, Powerful empresses, With beautiful tresses, They are the future, But how soon, Before the coming moon? These dreams are strange and incomplete, How are they supposed to compete? With the fast moving real world, They need information now, By the time I figure it out it’s too late. The visions are getting clearer, But the futures getting nearer, It’s a race for time, I’m falling behind, I sprint to catch up, I fear it’s not enough, Has all this effort been a bust? I refuse to give up, I run like the wind flying over ground, My soles pound, I catch up and surpass, Let’s only hope my lead lasts.
INKHEART9459 INKHEART9459
18-21, F
Mar 27, 2009