Beyond the
seeable.
It awaits.
Around
the bend
it hides,
plotting.
Over the
horizon
the trend
disappears,
where
unknowable
resides.
Today,
not
guaranteeing
tomorrow,
not
resembling
the soon
to be.
Travels toward
whistling.
Uncertain
existence,
reality, hangs
in the
balance.
The farther
along the
the quicker
the pace.
The larger the
uncertainty.
The future
beckons.
Increasingly not
mirroring
the here
and now.
Just
around the
corner
and up
the road.
The unknown
contour of
destiny’s
reality,
waiting to
embrace.
-
Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 7th, 2020 09:07
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 10
Offline)
Comments1
All the varying roads we have travelled in our lives have lead us to where we are today, we manged to travel them and I am sure we will travel each new road with success.
Andy
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.