Future

So many doors are opened, but there is yet so few I want to enter
So many things I could become, but still not one I would like better
Sometimes I wonder what will it be, what’s my destiny,
A writer, yes, maybe, but that again is still to see
For the talent to play with words is not given to every;
And among so many, who am I to claim it mine?
With time passing by, always waiting for a sign,
Yearning for my way to be revealed, my steps be guided
I am consumed by doubt, uncertainty and the cruel possibility
That I will never be anything good, I’m always so scared
What if there is nothing to come, nothing for me?

Are my best days, my most precious moments past?
Is what to come only a long walk toward the end?
Nothing can tell, only, with years, time will, alas
And then, I shall regret today, want to be here again

Future, really, is only a mysterious world of options
All about what we do now, our decisions, our actions
Is what I am doing in my young years right?
In the times to come, I wonder what shall bring me insight
I wonder if everything is going to be all right,
Wonder if I will ever know and live shared love…

I guess I’ll just wait…