Under the shimmering weather,
I sat amidst;
Dreaming of what I'll become,
after all this.

For I've fallen in the abyss,
of ambition;
And I'm hovering in the thoughts,
of decision.

For what I do today builds,
my tomorrow;
And still my pasts trolls,
and over me roll.

So I have to be careful when
deciding;
For the 'Future' might be a gift
awaiting;

But the 'Present' shapes the,
image of it.
So when 'Dreaming' I'll also work
towards 'Becoming!'

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