Could we steal happiness from today,
So our future selves could borrow?
Will those actions torment us like the running of the bulls?
Running for temporary satisfaction.
The unmasking our thoughts reveal a gouging transaction.
If the horns of our hearts somehow bring us to be,
Would the reflection of our future be clear enough to see?
A bucket of tears could mop the floor of our tomorrows,
Will you still spend it with me?
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