Future

Nowadays ,we try to live best our lives.
Sleeping soundly through starless nights.
And inner turmoil,inner fights.

Months,days go by.
And the years really fly.
And we try to hope and pray.

Alas,we use magic.
To sculpt dreams out of clay.
So that they all come true.

And you feel happiness true.
We hope,we live and pray.
For happiness and health all the way.

We use magic clay to sculpt our future.
But what if we run out of clay?
Will there be a price to pay?

Perhaps you want to be rich,fame.
Or you want a normal life,ordinary tame.
Maybe you want future and success.

But you have excess magic clay.
So what do you do with it?
You could go and buy some more.

Or use the leftovers to feel happier once more.
At the end of the day,we will buy more.
Maybe even end up on the floor.

We hope,we live and pray.
For peaceful lives all the way.
For happiness,cheer.

No sadness,red nose on a reindeer.
For a land where birds chirp.
And the grass is always green.

The sun always shines.
And that’s how it has always been.
We hope to god or somebody else.

We truly hope and pay.
Sculpting our future into our desires.
As time quickly play.

Those holidays,I hope for the best.
No dread,just peaceful rest.
And celebrating at a Christmas fest.

May the new year be filled with cheer.
As you stirr a delicious hot cocoa.
Yet I feel like I want one thing tonight.

For the moon to call me in flight.
And moonlight gently carresses our faces.
So tell me,stars above.

Is getting closer to the moon gonna be hard?
As of late,I feel dread about my fate.
The year went by.

And I try not to cry.
But are we really ready to end the year and move along?
Will the breeze comfort me with its song?

And will I stare into the stars for very long?
So moon,please come to me.
Be my future and I’ll let you be.