Senses

I can almost see it,
A future set in stone,
A future I know I want to see through,
I can almost touch it,
Yes,
The feeling of accomplishment on the tip of my fingers,
I can taste it's rich and sweet,
Honey coated horizon in the distance,
Calling out to me to just reach out and wrap myself in its warmth,
Such promises I can see,
Yet it is I who makes these promises to myself.

This poem is about: 
Me

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