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What The Future Holds
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Abstract/Fate/Destiny I no longer live in dreams.
My dreams drifted in the torrent of despair:
Vanished into the mist of frustration;
Thickly condensed in the foam of irreconciliation.
I no longer sleep with dreams.
They turned into pillows of nightmares;
Easing in the tide of pointless struggle
While clinging on to the rays of consolation.
I simply give up looming dreams.
Surrendering them all to His Will above.
What day may come, the night might hold;
The answer to my prayers, suppressed.
The dawn of fears raised, as the rising sun lifts;
A streak of feathered ambience hoisted adrift;
The conclusive Will of that majestic power.
It is He, who designed my soul
For what the future holds.
~greenmeadow~
2/19/2006
