the future is unknown

I am only human I bleed, I cry, and my heart is made of flash

I walk the world looking for a sense of accomplishment

My mind longs for the recognition of ideas central to the life I live

I cry inside at the thought that my future is unwritten in story books

That my past is only known to the few that know me

The few that have had a hand in shaping and moulding my claim to life

A claim to life that is simply unknown to mind and world

The future be it unknown has me in a choke hold that I cannot escape

I cannot escape the shackles of success

Success not in what I have accomplished but what I yet to know

I yet to know the feeling of my name being spoken by millions

Spoken in circles that my mind has yet to travel to

I yet to know the future of my being whether I survive till my hair turns grey

Or I die and my youth remain a dot in the world which remains astray

My future your future tangled in a web that hold us true

To the notion that we are not immortal and death is our last stand in the world

That our voices are just fragments that are too small to make a difference

The future is unknown yet we strive for the notion and feeling of success

Success that is written out for us even before we take our first breath

Life whether we know the solution or the answers

Is a test that dwells deep into the core of my character?

A character that is shaped by turmoil both inward and in the world

A world that I choose to step in without a thought of why I must

Why I must continue this course or why is the as it is

 My future and your future is unknown and yet every breath

Every step and every choice I make is only a piece of a puzzle

That is continuously changing, that is my future and that is my past

It is a puzzle that is continuously shifting and changing

And the only choice I have is to make sure that the piece create a picture of a fully lived life