Future is the next word you read. Suddenly.
It's how you feel and then it goes away.
You want more of it but it never comes and then it does
And you wonder where you are when it happens.
You fall into it. It blooms.
We look forward to its completion.
You are older but your smile is the same.
We reach the same moment and make promises.
You bring me the future and we hold hands,
Walking into it together.
You are light.
I follow you out of darkness.
Where did you come from
With your neon engine and heirloom precision?
Another day ends and we dream
Morning will show us something we want.
We read about it and then we are there.
We find ourselves in a story.
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