who are you?
the future?
the present to be past?
laughs turned to smiles
with lingering thoughts of those
a cliché of greener grass
is torn from the book
i look to you
memories of others fading
who are you?
the present to be future?
a whispered, perhaps
future...
too far
too much
too soon
present...
one day, until tomorrow
one day to build
one day until one day
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