The Future

I do not worry about what the future holds.

It is mine to shape, and I hold it in my hands, letting it take form

while my mind wanders.

I take in the constant humming of the world and all the people in it.

I think of my future as a tree that grows in a field, growing taller and taller,

while the branches reach out.

The fruit on those branches are the pieces of my mind that I share.

 

By Glen, 21/11/2014

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