Member Poem

My future was once made of fireworks
Exploding with vibrant sensations
My life was planned like a novel
And drenched in my elders’ elation

My future is now a blank canvas
And all my inspiration is gone
It vanished with all of my innocence
It is a toneless, rhythm less song

My hands can tell no more stories
My eyes are lifeless and grey
My mouth speaks nothing but nonsense
And my words are worthless to say

When your future is planned to perfection
And crafted from everyone’s mind
The dreams you dreamt as a child
Are forced to be left behind

My dreams were painted in watercolor
So fragile, so dainty, so frail
And drenched in sparkling water
That erased every delicate detail

My future is empty like space
Vast and covered in darkness
No one told me when I was a child
That obligation would act as a harness

Yet in my future, I also see stars
Far and not close to the touch
But each step I take gets me closer
To what I dreamt when I was young

Though I know not where life plans to lead me
Wherever I am meant to be lead
As long as my dreams are beside me
My future is not something to dread

My future is now a blank canvas
But like a masterpiece yet to be made
I will repaint my dreams with fervor
And proudly put them on display
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