Someday everything shall make more of sense
Than these allusions of invisible bliss
Someday everything will wear out nonsense
Someday I won’t be able to recognize these
Someday all my efforts shall come to fruition
Putting up with sleepless nights for the dream
Someday, someday I will live from my passion
Someday everything will be better than it seem
Parents shall exhort their kids to be like me
Someday I will be the object of admiration
Saying ‘be like him,’ with so much emotion
Someday I will be full like the ocean and sea
Someday my life shall be confined in a memory
Told with tears through the backing of this story
Someday I will be nothing, but living through poems
Someday I will live only through my poems
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