Faith in the future is a fleeting thing. When one has so much going on around them, there is a concern that negative thoughts will creep in.
London Bound
Because we cannot see what’s in the works,
Our lives seem full of chance, quite insecure:
Until the proper act is done quite pure,
No one could say we don’t seem like two jerks
Doing time; we do know just what we want
From each other, but no one else can see;
Our purpose seems to make each other free,
Regardless of how much the past may haunt.
London, the symbol of a life that’s full,
Ordains that nothing’s left, but human waste:
Nothing’s left, but worry from too much haste,
Dictated by our life’s push and pull.
One thought should be of help to overthrow
Negativity: there’re no bounds, let’s go!
Picture credit: London Bound courtesy of outlawnotahero.blogspot.com
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