The future is a story not yet told.
Are fantasy and dream creative acts?
The future is still fiction for the bold
We aren’t like concrete set into a mould
And yet we all must die, that is a fact
The future is a story not yet told.
Some may travel through the realms of gold
Taking in the virtues that they lacked
The future is still fiction for the bold
We’re always moving on, life’s not on hold
Selfish day dreams never teach us tact
The future is a story not yet told
Into my dreaming head such thoughts are packed.
Slipping in the mire of all my lacks
The future is a fiction not yet told
The future is a story for the world
How my heart sings 