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Man from the future
Who knows what will happen
When the clock ticks tic tock tic,
The days are dead and dreary
The nights are playing tricks.
Its all so obvious that the truth
Will stand up nice and tall,
The man from the future,
Has somehow seen it all.
Perhaps he’s there amidst the crowd,
Looking at the past,
Knowing where the world will go
Till the time it lasts.
The man from the future,
Will return to his land,
Only to come back one day
To see if all’s as planned.
When the clock ticks tic tock tic,
The days are dead and dreary
The nights are playing tricks.
Its all so obvious that the truth
Will stand up nice and tall,
The man from the future,
Has somehow seen it all.
Perhaps he’s there amidst the crowd,
Looking at the past,
Knowing where the world will go
Till the time it lasts.
The man from the future,
Will return to his land,
Only to come back one day
To see if all’s as planned.
Published 14th May 2013
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