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Someday....

Future, where are you?

How far are you from me?

Which planet can I find you on?

Do you live in a palace in a strange land with beautiful and hardworking servants?

Oh, when would you come to me?

Or should I hope for an invitation notice?

With my finest clothes, I shall honour your invite if I receive one

For I wish to dine at your table if you are a King

Thinking about the next step to take,

I will pray to the Lord to protect and preserve you for me until we meet.

I always dream about you

Yet your image is blurry anytime I draw nigh

So, hear these words of mine 'I still have faith that I will see you'

Anytime we sit by the fireside I begin to smile

My elders always tell a story about how bright you are.

It is always interesting to listen to your stories and wish that they would never end.

Then my elders say, we shall continue next time.

They tell me that you await me in the unknown world.

Patiently I will wait for you,

My elders say to me, strive to be the best you can.

For that is the only clue to finding you

I wish to see you anytime soon

When I critically analyze the stories, you and I are the only characters

We bring meaning to their fairy tales

But with only you in the story then it’s just a myth

The wonderful playwright had us in mind



And so, we shall live happily ever after.....


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