THE FUTURE

THE FUTURE

The future is so unfortunate
It’s a journey with no kilometers to calculate
I mean, you can never be so accurate
With the predictions either
As the weather flips from

Winds that blow off your sadness
The dust from your past as well
The same winds might be
Wiping memories of you off the minds
Of the ones you once thought
Wouldn’t mind spending the rest of their lives with you

The rains that nourish your thoughts maintaining the planted smile on your face today
Might form a flood of tears dripping off your cheekbones

Am fond of the sun each down
But at dusk i fear for it always seem
Angry sinking beneath the horizon
Dusk would be my favorite hours
If only it would come with a blueprint
Of what awaits the next dawning day
Prayers would have salvaged me
My demons shout loudest
Whenever am on my knees
Like are you certain?
Do you believe it’s us causing you the anxiety about your future
Perhaps it’s your crooked thoughts
That lead you to the dark since you are too curious
The future is but unfortunate…

Afriqun Black Bird✴️