Future tense

Dizzy confused fog
Covers all the road
Sticky on your back
Feel like a toad

Hopping on hope puddles
Made of false dreams
Electric nightmares
Filled with red cream

Sloshing in simmering hate
Fear coming to join in
In the end you will be late
Disguised masked bait

Contrail of future tense
A fog you can somehow follow
But still blind
In this everlasting shadow

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