When I’m 25,

Cars should fly and drive themselves

no one will ever die again

and I’d know who I am

meant to be,

where I’m meant

to stay and work

myself to sleep,

and I’ll be happy,

When I’m 25,

When the dogs talk and the robots learn,

and I’ll have everything I’ve earned,

I will be complete.

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