
I knew so little yesterday
Like child hid under bed
A page unmarked by careless hand
Unblemished thoughts in head
Today my eyes are opened wide
But weep with rushing winds
The beauty of a naive past
Is gone as woe rescinds
Tomorrow once was ripe with change
Now anchored by our failings
The hope we need to shift our fate
Resentment is derailing
Instead, we must learn from the past
Tomorrow, our reward
Only then we’ll face a world
That aches to be explored!
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