In the tapestry of time, yet to be unfurled, Lies the great unknown, the future world. A pome of future, a blank canvas, bright, With infinite possibilities, in its glowing light.
It's a journey uncharted, a path untrod, A horizon of dreams, where hopes are awed. In the pages unwritten, the chapters untold, In the pome of future, our stories unfold.
With each passing moment, it draws near, A tomorrow that's distant yet somehow clear. In the hands of destiny, we place our trust, In the future's embrace, we're shaped and just.
It's a realm of potential, where we have a say, In the choices we make, in the deeds of the day. With vision and purpose, we set our course, In the pome of future, we find our force.
So let us face the future with courage and grace, With lessons from the past, we find our place. In the grand design of life's grandature, We'll paint our own picture, in the pome of future.
