What Does the Future Hold

I spend my day doing my mundane task The future is an uncertain blinding mask I try to peer into what lies ahead But its all confusing and I come up with nothing instead I gaze into the mysterious crystal ball I want answers but see nothing at all I would like to know what’s beyond that closed door But when its opened I can’t tell what my life has in store I search for it in an old quatrain But when translated there is no knowledge to gain I went to a fortune -teller who could read my palm But they’re wasn’t any revealing lines of alarm It doesn’t matter what’s in front of me or what I have to go through I’ll beat the odds and overcome it as long as I have you