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The Hope of Tomorrow

The thought explodes from the center of nowhere
laughing and crying at the same time
an expression of joy
singing a song of sorrow

Deep within my local mind
i find this place amused in time
in love with all it's smallness
in awe of it's great expanse

When we find ourselves in nowhere space
it's easy to think you're lost
it's easy to think we've been forgotten
and easier still to just forget

But realizing yet
the hope of tomorrow
i see myself relaxed and calm
neatly silenced, embraced by a sweeter charm
The Hope of Tomorrow
by Max Eternity
2 March 2007
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