In the eyes of the wisest soul, an uncertain future will unfold, and the story that has been fortold becomes fiction.
I see it everyday some cry and some smile, but at the end of that long mile lies uncertainty.
When one leave without a trace another comes to take his place, and the expression upon my face lies still as I wait.
Wait for the tides that binde to knock me off my feet, everynight I loose sleep as tears caress my cheek.
Yet my heart steady beats like the beat of a drum as my feet begin to run down the aisle of success.
My mind is now clear, and I'm wise beyond my years; I bestow upon my peers the life lessons I've learned here.
So what do I see when the sky and the Sun meet, as I glance upon the streets...
I see oppertunity!
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