The Future Poem by Edwina Reizer
The Future
Where am I headed?
Where am I going?
There's really no way
of me really knowing.
My future's uncertain
just like yours.
No one can predict
through which of the doors
you'll walk through tomorrow.
Which door shall I go through?
If I knew my future
then nothing would be new.
And so I must walk
with hope in my heart
that where I am headed
is from where I did start.
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