A bleak light,
That beckons towards the shore
An uncertain ride,
That knows no destination
A possibility towards vulnerability,
That creates predictive anxiety
The intuitive premonitions,
That sometimes change with the tide
Those evolving goals,
That shape the soul
The temporary pit-stops,
That put you in the backlogs
But leave you feeling,
And that’s what Future looks like.
To the powers that be,What is it that is to be?