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The future is now,

it's running in our hands:

a fine orchestral tuning

before the very dance

The future is here:

there's always one more page

to write a brand new statement

forgetting old mistakes

So,how does it feel

to know that you can choose your own

direction?

How does it feel

to find out heaven hates to much perfection?

This is your Time

This is your Place

The mighty wind of life

keeps blowing in your face:

This is the Chance

you don't have to waste...

The future is free,

a fruit-tree meant for shaking;

the breathing of a world

forever in the making

and sometimes I think

it's just ahead of dreams:

if we can dream them strong enough

they'll get reality

So,how does it feel

to know that every step will lead you

farther?

How does it feel

to see your footmarks followed by

another?

This is your Time

This is your Place

The mighty wind of life

keeps blowing in your face:

This is the Chance

you don't have to waste...

...I'm a kite

as the time goes by

sometimes I dream

you cut my string

and let me free to fly...