The future whispers from afar,
A destination, a shining star.
Closer it draws with each passing day,
Yet uncertainties cloud my chosen way.
Not sure of what I want to be,
Caught in a web, confusing me.
Family and friends, my promise to keep,
A career to pursue, dreams to reap.
Distractions come, peers' words in my ear,
A constant struggle, crystal clear.
Their doubts and judgments, a heavy weight,
But my hard work will determine fate.
In the future, they'll see the toil,
My success, like fertile soil.
Begging for help on my paid days,
A testament to persistent ways.
Smart but hesitant to use my brain,
Decision time, to break the chain.
Insanity looms if I don't decide,
The journey ahead, my fears to guide.
As I pen down thoughts of the days to come,
Dreams of love, a life undone.
The man of my dreams, a hopeful plea,
In the tapestry of my future life, what will be.
Time to make up my wandering mind,
Embrace the unknown, fears left behind.
Prepare for the journey that lies ahead,
For in my choices, my future is bred.
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khudai Noor
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