A fact about adult
life is that you see the very things you'll never adapt to coming toward you on
the horizon. You see them as the problems they are, you worry like hell about
them, you make provisions, take precautions, fashion adjustments; you tell
yourself you'll have to change your way of doing things. Only you don't. You
can't. Somehow it's already too late or is it - Richard Ford
The
uncertainty that future holds has a way of creeping up on you. A palpable but
invisible carapace it creates is deluging at times. Everyone keep cueing you
about that unpredictable future and the cards that it may unfold and how you
should be prepared to change and accommodate. The sudden showers of suggestions, advises and facts are presented in such a realistic way that you just end up confusing about everything that's around. Only the time will tell what lies ahead then why so
much hustle, preps and apprehensions about something which is so far off..
They say
it's going to be fine
nothing to worry
oh dear,
still there's time.
Quietly they whisper
something else too
beware time slides fast
puzzled will be the times
tricky to construe.
Concentric miasmas
leaves me exposed
my dear repose
where have you gone ?
where are those
simple promises
I can rely on ?
Despite that, keep going
and I always will
let life unfold
what it veritably holds
ahead lies the tracks
of booby traps.
traps are
real
neither
win nor loose
matter of
choice
and what
you choose
it can
only show me
what lies
at the horizon
what lies
ahead
reach
there and move on
Sometimes not knowing what lies ahead works out better, better than anything we can possibly conceive of..
