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To the Future

To the future
That makes the matter of our present dreams.
Will we reach the summit
Or become a generation of disillusioned dreamers?
 
To the future.
Will you be our valley of peace
Our stained glass Shangri-La
Or shatter at the sound of our fall?
 
To the future
We will build our house on a question mark
To light to sink, like butterfly wings
Carrying colour through the skies.
 
©2014 Jim Carroll

(1968)

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