Treasure Island

Ray Souza


For Whats To Come?


I gaze into the mere dimly lit future
equipped with hardly anything, just a personality.
My eyes full of hope
and a face draped with fear.
What is to become of me?
But like a blind man, I will follow
my heart
because the head is delusional and misleading,
whereas the heart beats honestly.
The scars, may tell of a sad story...
but that is no longer relevant.
For the past tells who I was
the present speaks of who I am
but the future only displays what I will be when I step into tomorrow.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013
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