What does the future hold? A warmth from the chilling cold? A desire that has finally been fulfilled? A prospect for the truly skilled? Unknown to all, especially those who claim Who beat themselves, but only have themselves to blame A mysterious adventure, cruel and daunting With exciting paths, wild and haunting Such is the future as I see But don't take my word, it's only me Twists and turns are what I expect I wish it weren't the case, but nothing's perfect Words to be written, such a cliché The future is not a novel, but a game to play
Intro to Poetry – Day 10 (Future)
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“Not a novel, but a game to play” – beautifully expressed. Loved the poem!😊
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