17.01.2011

Future?

by ~cindy 

I see my future.
It's far away.
My future is like a ballon.
my life destroy it.
At one moment I see it
and I think I can take it.
But no, it's wrong.
I know I have my future
in my hands, but
if I pushed it to hard
it breaks and about this
I'm scared.
But if I pushed to softly
it run to my fingers.
I hope I can pushed it correctly,
because the next second is my future

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