The Future

Wondering, wishing and hoping, I hope for a clear image of the future. All that I see is blare, figure-less, motion less and sense less. In hope of a clear image, all I do is to ponder on the unknown. I hope ,wish and wonder for something that I might not wake up to touch, my future, my tomorrow. A lot of what if's fill my mind. With no one to answer, a series of questions conceal my mind. In hope of a clear image of the future, I fumble through the past, still all I find is figure less and intangible. All that I see is a blare and an unclear image. I worry, wonder and contemplate about the unknown All I come up with is a lot of what if's. I finally figure out that the future is an egg, It needs to be handled with care, it holds a lot of possibilities, It holds hope and a promise. Now all I wish for is the present and hope for the future. The bible suggests "worry not about tomorrow". I say the future is a series of blare images that you can only see when you wake up to it. My future is my hope and my wish.