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Foresight is care and prescience for the future
Yet looking forward has never seemed so hard
Watching from the sidelines
I refuse to watch myself regress
So instead of worrying
I'll focus on my progress

This outlet for what gets built up
Inside my mind
And what I need is to rid of
This troubled head
I'd stop time
For this yearning
The drive deep down that
Keeps on burning

Channelling all these thoughts into a fire
Forfeiting will never stand as a fucking choice

Although the path in front of us

Is riddled with blind unpredicted turns
Becoming the person, who I know I need to be
They say that all good things come to those who wait
So why is it that I'm still stuck here
Growing full of this hate

When I look at myself in the mirror
I can't help but to wonder
If things will start to seem much clearer
I refuse to watch myself refrain
So instead I'll pretend
That I see that the start is drawing near to me

Breaking and blown away
Until I can no longer function
To make you proud of me
To prove myself to those
That think of this as temporary
A light that will fade out
Even in the coldest and darkest times
I'll shift this doubt

We all have to cope
But how are we supposed to surpass
When we're tied from our hopes
We're all too engrossed to stop and look around
Illusions of false prospects
Are misplaced into our minds
When time is the essence of our lives
Of our lives


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