For Whats To Come? - Poem by Ray Souza
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
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.
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