Looking

For many things
My eyes scan the horizon
Around the bend
My future comes
I want it now
Is my shout when I weaken
Residing in my heart
Knowing better that I wait
For something better
I will walk the boring, bright or horrid
Learning from all
That I touch, meet or hear
I know it is frightening
The vision from the benches
The game it hurts
If you play with your heart
But without involvement
I would be paulsied
Choosing to perish early
Instead of waiting for the dream

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