Children of the future,
looking to see further
than we did when we took
our whirl as cute hope.

Give up blank space:

Discarded Verses:

What becomes of a soul
when it’s no longer fresh faced,
a part of the future?

What becomes of a heart
when it’s time to grow up
but it cannot?

What becomes of a mind
that never learned to play
the way it is on the inside?

Where to go now that it’s over
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