Yellow Brick Cliff

How can you not fear something that’s ahead?

Twenty years from now, what will you know?

Will you be successful or begging for dough.

A beaver creates for hours upon hours

for his work to be destroyed because it's said not to matter.

Windows being shined with shiny polish,

unaware of their soon demolish.

I wish I could skip to the future ahead

to find out who I truly am.