Original Poems

Four Futures – C

“When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.

When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.”


 there can be many different ways
 to come upon the path called truth,
 and even though we travel long
 the finding of it's no pursuit

 to set out on; for it finds us.
 the future gives no guarantees
 except that we will lose ourselves
 and find ourselves out here

 among the leaves

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