How sweet it would be to know what five years from now would look like, or even twenty. That was the best gift I felt could ever be given to man. The future of the metal in the wind is rust, the future of the dark clouds is rain. We all are travelling, and the roads we take open to more roads till we get home.
The past was an experience, today is a step; and tomorrow, the future... we'll see.
I see the future in every day dream I dream, and the devil in every one who says I'm crazy and should get real.
I pray for a beautiful future, pray God blesses these dreams, because I've seen him bless the day dreams of some people.
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