Remember the future

I miss my gun,
the lack of fun,
Prepare for war,
if you want peace,
what else do I miss?

The time is near,
but I'm still here,
The light is bright,
the light in all its might,

But what I miss
is not a kiss, a touch, that much,
a mere thought to be brought,
mind and body
Time will wait for nobody,
and I can feel the edge, the fusion,
the discreet destruction,
and I must admit, even if I'm told,
the truth cannot be sold,
we may still get old, and,
in the end,
all the bitter ends,
one question stands.

Are we coming back?
Or all of this is just a mere spark
into the night?

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