It quickly recedes before my eyes
Uncertainty and fear whisper
A grace of good and evil
That barges through doors
And breaks through windows
Rattles windows
And breaks special things
Kills short minutes into long hours
Tiresome and stressful
A constant itch of the skin
Sting of the eye
Twitch in my brow
The future
That ever so slowly begins to unfold
That scares the youngest
That never seems good even when you get there
But when its past you miss it
The future
So wild and unknown
Like space and the sea
Only parts of it do we see
Elegantly waiting this future of mine
And the first day of school
I have to decide
Which path will I decide.
