Forwarding life for the time being, thinking about what
the future may bring.
Will it hold only sorrow, or will I be able to enjoy
happiness and joy in sacred moments of existence?
Wondering what type of literature or inventions will
come into being, what will music sound like, will it
still reverberate with tunes of yesterday?
Will I recognize it as such?
Tones and melodies will always be a part of my interior
mind and being.
As for literature, I will continue to write my own,
knowing it will be recognizable well into the future
of my final days.