What I Will Find Poem by James McLain

I just don't know 'What I Will Find'-You did.
Though I looked often and of late morning.
What I Will Find, is predicated on what's too come.
My opinion of What I Will Find is between us.
Others know What I Will Find and it scares me.
No one told me, What I Will Find and now look.
While mushrooms grow in the dark, it would
have been best to tell me, What I Will Find.
And now even if the sky splits open and it pours,
being forthright it is best if I know, What I Will Find.