Foresight

Unrelinquished and stubborn
Yeah you’re right
Uncontrolled unsettled
Yeah I guess that’s foresight
In the forest by the brook you wait
With a black clothed arm under the white
The weight of the World it seems
I see the World through your eyes
That’s real and what some call surprise
Still I have confidence that pulled up quickly
Like a traveler always spotting the quickest cab
Taking that fading yellow light; even in the rain
Things do not last, they grow, but that amount
The trade off is immeasurable, Hopeful, Untold
Who takes more risks, our Worlds further apart
Yet closer than maybe even either can understand
The rays shine even brighter over the mountain
Upon the darkest nights.

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