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I suppose the world that's yet to come

Is far from where I've wandered from.

Laboured days are spent in wanting

A life anew, with a future less daunting. 

My dreams are large, but the present meek;

I abhor the Belief I won't find what I seek.

Hours seep with my mind disgruntled,

I sleep and wake and find myself humbled;

Resigned to a life that I had not dreamed,

And with no major thoughts to see me redeemed.

But as day wanders forth, my mind turns astray;

Believing there's something for which I may pray.

How easy words come when the mind is asunder;

When turned away from the day you'd hoped for in wonder.

Ponder this world in all its mystique

And miss the antiquities that make it unique.

You may worry and dread your whole future ahead

But it'll arrive all the same, whether at work or in bed.