For in frustration
I ask ‘’where lies the future’’
For then, I was in my words captured
Planted with strange convictions
As though it had in my stares unveiled
Awaiting time led
I could find the future even in my thought strayed
Having her fair share in all thinking or say
Her gaze did preoccupy me all day
And volume never had an end
I had the future in my dreams
That rushed in night or day
Like a lamp that never deems
She rested seeming always to be there
I placed the future on my mirror
So I could see through me
Perhaps see her hope clearer
Than it has ever been
But now I seem not see the future
So much I think thieves have their way
What then becomes my fate
Living without it’s ray
Where lies the future
The paintings in our dreams
The tendrils we owned and nurtured
That which we set just like the bricks
