Final Year

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They used to ask me what I want to be when I’m older,

But now they ask about next year.

This morning I could hear

The Future whisper on the horizon, “Go to London.”

By the evening it cried in my ear, “Get to work.”

If I don’t pursue what it wants, do my passes have a purpose?

Were these classes then all worthless?

No, they mark sections of a journey.

Cos with time there’s no end, it’s just something that starts,

So what you become when you’re older, will be whenever you are.