I know not what the future hold,
I give time time to unfold.
With hope filled in my eyes,
I let my heart see countless dreams.
My brain though effortlessly concious
Yet it is not insolently audatious.
It knows what it wants in life,
But to hide its fear it ends up in a strife.
My heart and mind are at a constant war,
between the devil and angel my soul is tore.
A common ground, for both to accede,
Why cant I find one and still stand by my creed?
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