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The Night Before My Future
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I see a door that's open slightly;
I wonder if I should go in.
I don't know if this is the end of a dream
or one that's about to begin.
I start to walk down the hallway,
trying to steal a peek
through the misty, cloudy glass
that adds to its mystique.
I wonder what's behind it,
a future glowing bright?
Or maybe a very different scene
without a lot of light.
And in my sleepy train of thought
I think about my life.
Should I get a job and earn some pay
and be some nice boy's wife?
Perhaps I should get more schooling
before I make up my mind;
after all it's my decision
IF I could decide.
I'm getting nearer and nearer
to that door down the hall.
I'm just about to open it
when I hear a call.
I turn around and there I am
laying in my bed,
trying hard to figure out
what just went on in my head.
And to this day, I do not know;
but I can tell you that
I know I one day will find out
just where that door is at.
And when I do, I'll open it
just as wide as I can
and then find out what role I play
in this world's master plan.
