I have a future,
Much to my chagrin.
(When you don't want an ending,
It seems toxic to begin.)
I have a future,
Much to my dismay,
Though I overlook it, finding
Silver linings in today.
I come to terms with moving forward
By narrowing my sight,
By moving closer to the long term
In one short term at a time.
Is this called getting over,
Or just not growing up?
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