The present waits before us,
Like it sets us free of our choice,
But it looks at us I am present,
Yet why ye lo far back in the past or the future?
It is okay to lo at them for thine memory and passion,
But lo at me, I am what that presents me
But Hope looks at me I am worth it of waiting for the coming,
Smile, brave, and journey of what I look forward to this day,
To every moment of my lifetime
© Ismael Mansoor
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This Engrained Heart 