All kinds of futures
all kinds of dreams
these are the arches
these are the beams
I dreamed of a structure
in all my debris
I couldn't name a piece of it
that I could say was me
so many have purpose
a nice shining badge
me looking for any
quick touch I can cadge
look up for my arches
see nothing but trees
try to fit a future in
my parentheses
what
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