here is your future ☆☆☆

In their hands

They hold a beating black thing?

They say "here is your future".

Look at it, 

spit at it, 

and do what you want with it

But here you have it

Well

Anyway

You feel your life, these past few years wasted but no time on earth is wasted

Its not a race

Its a journey

And you are on it

But my thin hope is running out

Thin as ricepaper

Or the love from my mother/razor baldes

Silk, needles, thin metal sheets

Religion speaks more and more to me

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Tell me I will be okay