What Is Will Be
If today you look back, there will be no tomorrow.
Enter the hallway that has no end.
There are liars and thieves, both mental hollow-
Never speak of family, or trust new friends.
Either way, it's a risk, and/or gamble,
For he who doubts will always pretend.
Welcome the unknown; take the pan by the handle.
Shadows become voices, they enter your dreams-
Voiceless whimpers, among mumbles.
Upon you, they sneak; it is as it seems.
To only yourself, this you must keep.
For what you take in, no one else will believe.
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