The Unknown

My future is unknown, but nothing is out of site.
Hell I’m not even done, not quite.
Success is what I see; A man is what I’ll be.
A speck of hope is what I need.
I’m not as tall as a tree; I’m as small as a bee.
But, it doesn’t matter I will always be me.





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