I think about the future and how it will never come in
time.
For the future is a concept, not a place.
And when I think about the future I find myself 
 Thinking about marriage and children.
 Thinking about college and moving out.

I think about the present as it relates to the future.
I think about decisions and mistakes.
I think about my passions and fears.


I think about the future of myself,
	About school, college,
	About relationships, marriage,
	About family, children.

I think of how I will be—rich, poor?
What I will be—an author, an astronomer?
Who I will be— a friend, a father?


My thoughts lead to something unknown
Thoughts turn to doubts, doubts turn to worries. 
I find myself concerned,
	Will I be ok?
	What if my dreams die? 
	Will I survive?
My worries are extra, something not needed. 
All of my plans, my hopes, me life-long goals
Fade into the abyss of my mind-
Never to be brought to the surface again. 

What to do in this ever so close future.
For it is now coming, not creeping, but running towards me.
What am I supposed to do?
Plan? Or do I just wait, for all I know here comes the
future.
What am I supposed to do?

I think about the future, once never-coming, 
And now, a train races onward.
No anxious rush now, just the opposite-slow down.
Simple bliss dissolves,
As we choose what to do with the time that is given to us.

I think about the future, how every second we’re living
it.
It’s like one second you’re thinking about and the next
you’re just there.
I wonder if you’re a part of my future.
Will you always be there when I need someone?
Can I count on you to make me happy for all of my days?

I think about the future, wondering what it holds.
There are so many possibilities.
Will I always know you; will you always care about me?
Will I keep the same friends forever?
The ones that build me up, not tear me down.
This is what I wish for when I THINK about the FUTURE.