When someone asks about my future
I have no answer
What lies ahead is dark
A midnight fog blinds my vision
I trample across the trail
With no knowledge of where my next step will land
I squint my eyes in effort to see
anything
But I see
nothing
not a single thing
When someone asks about my future
I have no answer
I try to see where my mind leads me
But the thought never seems to make my heart race
Or make it pound with excitement and passion
Tired at the lack of result despite the effort
I give up trying
I wait and let fate guide me
Like a surprise waiting to be revealed
To pop up with confetti in the air in celebration
For the cloth to erode and unveil what lies beneath it
So that I will have an answer
An answer that makes my lips smile at the thought
An answer that pumps my heart with passion
