the future
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When was that, again?
The piece of me,
Fighting for the chance.
Lost in the nebula of a gamble…
When was that, exactly?
Dear regret,
You are the keeper of every
Disappointment in my life,
Of all the times I wish that I
Had stopped to think first and
I find it
Fascinating
The tiny
Futures we
Envision
With one
Another
Despite
Knowing in
An aftertnoon stroll has me walking by houses,
with doors that let me back
into realities I used to know.
Run down homes with doors whose
screens are coming off the hinges,
with doors that
I thought I had it figured outThat I had my life on trackThought I knew where I was goingBut alas my path was derailed fastWithout a way of me knowingWhich way my life was suppose to now be going.
I have reached a point in my life where
I wake up most days feeling somewhere between “okay” and so goddamn happy
That I feel like a kid climbing a tree who has just reached a branch
As junior year drew very near,
I wondered what would come of this next year.
Would I get into the college of my dreams?
Would it be as difficult as it seemed?
I feared for my future, so delicate and frail
Why must I get upTo face the dayAnd add to the troublesTrying to fade away
In this life I have built,What is there for meI've nothing to cherishBut pain and agony
Hi there. It's me, your father/mentor/master-plumber/older-self. If it's all right with you, I'd like to drop some knowledge on your head. At the time of writing this I'm 18 years old.
the feeling of a dream being broken
realizing that the wildest and fondest conjurings of your brain
will never come to fruition
being trapped in a well
Where does your alliance lie?Will you pledge alliegance or will you defy as I?The rebellion, hellion, deviant manical child,not willing to be spied on riding a spider wild,
Do or die, fail or try;either way, you don’t have a choiceunless you want to live life with a voicesilenced by others who would rather live in fearthan open up their minds and hearts to hear
Exploration of the world from east to west
To educate those who have so much less.
To expand the mind of others but what of his?
Seeing what his future has to hide beyond the horizon line.
With a push and a shove, the ripple and splash
Being ripped from the womb like ‘Blast from the Past’
That split second I’m flying oh-so-high
But more of a fly than a bird soaring the sky
Have you ever looked around
and realized how far down hill we've gone?
Have you realized how
all or nothing
life or death
my life has become?
I have one chance to make it.
When they ask how? and why?
I can simply open my mind, show them the way I see the world
The way I view and what I love
How the shadows reflect and things creep
My love of the world and people
There are three kinds of people in this world:
dwellers, thinkers, and ponderers
I am a ponderer I am Future Boy
They say my thoughts are wild
Profuse and never ending
Nobody knows what lies ahead.
Nobody knows who will pass the test.
Nobody knows where they will end up.
They can only hope that they don't mess up.
Everyone wants to roll the dice,
Dreams
Dreams are like the seasons,
Bitter and hostile
Sweet and endearing
Nostalgic and repressed
