The Future

I courted confusion across a
shiny sea of promise.
And there was love on either
side of me.
Tricks of the mind are absurd and
yet we yield to them.
There never was one that did not
take me by the hand,
A thing pregnant with promise,
That did not take me by the hand
And sing.
The future. A bed. A smile. Hair.
The future. A pen. A desk. Food.
Kitchen. Little feet. Little voices.
Something true. Home.