Fate of the Future

Sometimes in my room, in the middle of the night, when darkness loom, lit at the corner a dimming light, glowing with all its might, a score of thoughts raging in my mind, as i hold on to my bed tight, screaming from within, i gather to think, as i stare bluntly out of the window pane, "what is that i dreamt would be, and what it finally became of me," and the clock on the wall.. ran fast as it may, as i woke up to another new day !