The
future,
a foggy
distance that
beckons meager
mortals to explore.
murky fate that curtains
off whatever lies beyond,
whether potential joy or sure
danger. Hey dreamers, Hey, you
dooms-dayers, So what do you say?
Choose your weapon, faith or fear, and
put an end to your prophecies and begin
your victorious freedom. The key to the future
is opportunity; it turns to the present.
Now, you mortals, be free and walk.
Beyond fog and more
time lies your future ,
but remember...
Your future is
God's to plan,
yours to desire,
yours to request,
but God's to grant.