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 !
Copyright © Arn Ban | Year Posted 2015
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