Fastforwarding To Tomorrow Poem by Yekaterina Bezpalaya

My future is my diamond,
a precious gem that has no price.
It is my God foresken pathway,
Life and Death, two-sided dice.

It beckons to me,
towards the unknown,
an unfamiliar stranger standing by the threshold of the door.

Dare I move?
I grasp its hand,
and it tugs me gently,
whisking off my bothersome fears.

Dictating my mind,
the past and present are not as vivid,
as the preceding time.

What was once then,
does not bend the marrow in my bones,
nor does it wring my haggard head in frustration.

Still, it can lead its following sheep to both roads;
My desperate eyes can gaze upon a reckless road of peril,
or they can abruptly swerve to a mellow, merry lane.

I ask my soul,
Do I have the power instilled in me to question my fate?
or am I an indentured servant,
praying for good fortune,
as I go along for the deceiving ride.

Shall I be chosen to sit upon my own throne,
or is there another royal lavished in gems?

For every tear,
for every grin,
There seems to be no ends on life,
every ending becomes another new beginning,
every person falls into a routine pace.

We are always wary of our bleak futures,
wishing for their arrivals in the next era to go,
When in fact tomorrow is hot at our heels.

The future is an unforeshadowed creature,
engulfing us in misery, pain, death, laughter, love and life,
and cannot be seen in any other way.