i picked up my pencil, and started to draw.
draw what i think would be the future.
the city, the trees, people.
i drew, what i thought was a picture,
just the picture i had in my mind.
satisfied i put my pencil down,
stood up and stretched my arms.
unpinned from the board, my hand held a sheet of paper,
a paper with that picture.
i raised it up for my eyes too see,
a blank sheet.
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