Yellow Brick Cliff
How can you not fear something that’s ahead?
Twenty years from now, what will you know?
Will you be successful or begging for dough.
A beaver creates for hours upon hours
for his work to be destroyed because it's said not to matter.
Windows being shined with shiny polish,
unaware of their soon demolish.
I wish I could skip to the future ahead
to find out who I truly am.