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What world will sway to this racing time?

When will my time give in?

For all these dreams of brilliance unmarred,

What world will see them win?

These fears demand a time of day

To detail the ways we could be.

Then years recede in blinding lights

To the self that isn't quite me.

So small we seem in this here and now,

So affected and unbecoming. 

If not for this future we loosely articulate,

Then when will we come to be at all?

This bliss resides behind our eyes

And under the covers of reprieve.

But does strength resign? Or come in time?

What moment will we see ourselves leave?