Void Poem by Gerald Opio

Waking up early.
Moving stealthily to the door.
Looking outside for some time.
Thinking for a while about,
Where life could be headed.
But I am so void of answers
A beacon of hope I don't have,
As to where my life will be.

10 years from now,
Will I be where I want to be
But then, why look so far ahead
When life is suppopposedly
to be enjoyed now.
During our youthful years,
when we are so vibrant.
Energetic to the brim
Exuberantly positioned aptly