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Future

You are three hours away from me

Sometimes, a second, forty minutes

Or a month or a whole year!

Masked, you would not let me see all

That you carry

Tree barks turn grey with your time

But, when I happen to see it

It may have become green with life

So I tried to look into you instead

To get a glimpse of what you have for me

And to know if I would ever get to meet you