• Future

    The future is where we all go
    And it holds such power
    Over us with all its
    Hopes, promises, and dreams.
    I daydream of the
    Future, but reality
    Causes my daydreams
    To be untrue, fake,
    And sadness washes over me
    As each of my daydreams of
    The future shatters
    Into a thousand pieces,
    Tinkling like a wind chime
    Blowing in the breeze
    Of a future time
    And place.