My Future
What do I see? What do I see?
Not my past. Nor my present.
But my future before me.
As I, stared into the wall.
Anxious at sight, was I at all in delight?
Or was I hopelessly waiting for that one call?
The one that would change it all.
I took a chance, and risked my choices.
Was this it? Was I free?
Well, we’ll just have to wait and see!
By Hannah.H:)