For the future I am prepared

For the future I am also scared.

How do taxes work?

I do not know.

And in those swirling, hazy shadows

Where dark misery and hidden tricks lurk,

There lies the evils of mortgage and insurance,

And with no way of reassurance,

I still worry about what Future for me holds,

And as I ponder and I search,

I become trapped more and more in Worry’s folds.

 

For the future I am prepared,

But for the future I see no beginning

And no end.

Like a window on a foggy morning,

My world to me still looks so blurry.

Had there been some kind of warning,

Or had my attention to it been placed,

Then my future surely be embraced.

 

But with hard work and toil

Do we suddenly remember

That glorious day of September,

That day our welcoming victory,

Where we shall come to claim our spoils.

What matters not is in fifteen or twenty,

But rather three or four,

And the work we once abhorred,

Shall be the work that we again must work for.  

 

For the future I am prepared,

And now the future I see there,

On that straight, single line,

Perhaps my failure had been a sign -

A sign that I still have time.

But panic is the long remembered friend

That still on some days,

May come again and again.

But let not my hope be shattered,

Even when my hope is scattered,

For after every drought

There must soon be rain.

 

For the future I am prepared,

For the future now, I feel not afraid.