The future is a guest in my home

The future has been a guest in my home
for a while now.
Sometimes I ask it to turn down the music,
through the door.
Sometimes I spend the day outside,
just so I don’t run into it,
to get a bit of a break.

It’s my home.

Why don’t I ask it to leave?
I can’t, because I care.
The future has nowhere else to stay.
I care.

And sometimes it’s nice.
I know I sound tired now, but
sometimes we get together and play,
we smile,
we create,
we enjoy,
and I remember why I offered it to stay
in the first place:

Because together,
we fill this house
with life.

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