What holds my future: by Toks Armstrong

WHAT HOLDS MY FUTURE.

I can't just think straight
To know what my future holds
The future that subject me to Obstacles
My hands are tightly filled with great ambition
If i had other options to escape difficulties
Would my future be happy I made it without scratches
Or would my future ask me what my experience is?
Am I really going to be denied by my promising future?
Crying myself to sleep each time I remember my past.
The past that resulted me to bruises
Maybe forgetting those past might relief me
If my present hasn't been in this century
Maybe I wouldn't be thinking of how much I will buy my pen
When my future finally show up
My past is nothing to write home about
My present is almost fading off
My future is so promising
But yet am stock on this faulty bridge to my future
How long will I be able to stand on this bridge
Will the sun set me while still standing
If it does then i my future is just an imagination
Opening my eyes will I see am on my bed
But for my promising future to come to reality
I have to use my last strength to cross
The slim,cracked faulty bridge
Then i will see what my future holds...
#Dr. Toks