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