Empty FutureA Poem by Jurikosanits short. but. eh.
Time is rolling on like a platform in motion.
Things come and go, like tides of the ocean. A dream is a sail, that a good wind can use. And a good song or person's the one thing that's true. Where is the future ? In another dimension ? Awaiting the day, when it gains our attention ? Are we really real, or like bubbles in Light - that merge with the air in eternal flight ? Is it whether we stay, or whether we go ? Where is the future ? I'd like to know. © 2011 JurikosanReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 3, 2011 Last Updated on August 3, 2011 AuthorJurikosanLittle Rock, ARAboutHey! My name is Hayley, but you can call me Jurisan! I'm nearly fifteen years old. I wrote most of these poems when I was eleven, and I can't really write anymore... I swear I got dumber over the year.. more..Writing
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