The future is a dream hiding in the mist,
It’s not here yet, but it breathes within us.
A dream is inspiration, where everything hides:
Dreams, love, memories, and time…
Each morning, we rise from sleep,
Where dreams and shadows still wander around.
And the future silently touches us,
Whispering in our ear: "Just a little more", "I'm here!"
Just a little… but how much? I'm tired of waiting,
Time stretches like a shadow in the dark.
The road ahead — is it a hidden trap?
Or simply a dawn in a distant haze?
The future stays silent, but footsteps echo,
And every time, I'm consumed by thoughts.
It doesn’t ask, doesn’t seek advice,
It merely erases the shadows of the past.
So where are you, future? I’m waiting for you.
Are you hidden in dreams, or in the light of the skies?
"I’m closer than you think," it softly whispers,
"I’m in every second, I’m in every step."
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