unseen future
scares or beckons
I’ve got glasses on
colors to be reckoned
colors to be reckoned
so prone to change with light
I absorb shock, see darkness
I reflect vivacity to feel bright
I reflect vivacity to feel bright
but for a short duration…
there’s a whole spectrum in there
to spark or kill inspiration
I throw out the glasses
meet Future face-to-face
I see only the truth
It’s difficult to erase…
The Future’s So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades

Love how you’ve resolved this.
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Thank you, Val!
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Welcome!
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Thanks a lot!
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Very good Reena. Thanks for participating again.
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Thank you, Jim!
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