THE future:
This I both fear and love,
This always is thought of,
But forever it fits sung
THE hope:
I hold this true above all,
Even in pain, it can never fall,
Because my hope-gage is always full
THE past:
Did I go the proper direction,
Did I save myself from detection,
My mind won't abstain from inflection
THE love:
For so long, love has filled me,
And as long, I've been with glee,
because from love, I can't be freed
THE present:
Filled with confusion to the brim,
Sometimes good, sometimes grim,
It won't end, on my whim
-Chris "CMC" Lubinski
