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Tilda
Sun, coming from the window, melt my heart
Yes, this is where I'd like to start...
The simple thought that came to me:
If you were the only one who could see
The future with all the details right before you,
What would you like it to be?
And the answer came up quickly,
Because where was never an option.
I'd like to see a white sheet of paper,
Where I can write my thoughts down later,
About the things that I've made up,
Not realizing they would eventually end up
Being my memories and hopes,
Being my destiny and goals.
The future still is blank in front of me,
And maybe this is like it all should be,
And if you ask this question one more time,
Hope this answer is still fine.
So... the sun kissed me on the cheek,
Lit up the darkest writer's place
And if you look right at my face,
You notice, I see my future big.
It's blank, that's why
I let the imagination fly.
And maybe one day if you ask again,
My answer will be still as plain,
As it is now: I’ll tell you about the things I've made up
And how they eventually end up
Being my reality, memories and hopes
Being my destiny and goals
With all the unexpected things that future holds.