{"sf1_id":370515,"sf2_id":"bebWgkrm","title":"The Unknown Future","author":"Riverweasel","words":788,"posted_at":"2012-04-27T18:59:00.000Z","tags":["Future","Poem","past"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/370515-the-unknown-future","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/bebWgkrm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b8/11/b8116766-6e61-4e90-ab7e-4ad316c94221","description":"#7 of Poems\n\nDecided to try a new rhyming and cadence scheme on this one.","content":"What exists in the unknown, out of the comfort zone\n\nIn the world of fantasy, yet still present in reality\n\nWhat revolves in the unnerving and the disconcerting\n\nOut of the cage to rearrange the life we are all living in\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nJust an irrational concept, yet a delightful prospect\n\nThe world can change, we must expand our range\n\nTraversing the unfamiliar and the peculiar\n\nReaching out with our hands to achieve the plans we all live for\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYour mind strains and yearns through its pains and burns\n\nThrashing forwards and backwards, towards the last words\n\nYou want to shout and scream, letting out \"I'll succeed!\"\n\nLeaving your doubters to flounder in the pool they all live in\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPress on to the finish; don't let your failures diminish\n\nYour moments of glory that add more to the story\n\nOf the race that you're running in, fighting to be coming in\n\nFront of all the lies and their tries to rewrite the script\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOf the currently still in progress, and yet to be processed\n\nFilm that rides on, glides on, skips and sometimes slides on\n\nThe rotating spools, filled with geniuses and fools\n\nOf the sometimes mysterious, yet always curious phenomenon called life\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe ride goes up and down, but the focus is on the sound\n\nOf the screams of the people, some weak and feeble\n\nOthers strong and proud and some wrong, but loud\n\nFor that silent noise filled with pains and joys\n\nIs the soundwave we ride on, stake our lives on, called time\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTime passes on as the winds of life blow ever strong\n\nConsuming the distance never seen, through consciousness and dream\n\nEvery second of every year beckons us to draw near\n\nTo our final destination, the representation of the foundation that we laid\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhat legacy was laid down as you pass beneath plain ground\n\nHow many decisions, strong positions and solidly blurred visions\n\nWent through revisions from the propositions of division that you expressed\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhen your lung heaves, the last breath leaves and your life cedes\n\nThe connection with the earth that you experienced since birth\n\nThere will still be many faces of races dwelling in different places\n\nThat will have been affected, their lives redirected by the influence you had\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLife is unique for it is unknown, the best treasures dwell outside your home\n\nDon't hide from, derive your life from any one mistake\n\nJust reopen the book to another page, break out of the cage\n\nThat tries to bind you, silence you and remind you of the past\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFor what's behind you is final, its forbidden to be overwritten\n\nTime that passed fast left you at the same place it met you\n\nThere is no turning back, that's the fact that history is packed with\n\nIf everyone could most then would, lose it and use it for their betterment\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nEveryone's life would be perfect, but no choices would be worth it\n\nNo longer consequences, so easily erasable and replaceable\n\nOur strong moral senses suddenly evadable and debatable\n\nWith everything changeable, the table of life would become unstable\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd what would then happen, if the past was changed in a few claps and\n\nAnything you did to someone was a game with a famed reset button in your hand\n\nNo need to be social, lest someone actually approach you\n\nAs we became secluded and deluded our minds with the idea of a successful elusion\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWe must look to the future, quit stitching the past up with sutures\n\nLooking ahead makes you go faster, treading the path to the laughter\n\nThat you just might have caught, the pot of gold that you sought\n\nPeeking under the rainbow on the same road as you rush to its treasure\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYou don't know what's in it, but in a quick minute\n\nYou're a bit closer than before, leaving the shore behind the door\n\nThat road before that you crossed, the barriers of loss that you tossed\n\nOf the rubble that caused you to stumble and struggle as it crumbled\n\nBut now it lies broken, a trophy and token of the success that you were blessed with\n\nOf the reward given by what you messed with\n\nThe respect you were driven to be left with\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe time is the present, a resident of the decadent\n\nMoment in time where I rhyme, moment in space where we race\n\nTowards our own certain goals, the roles of our souls\n\nTo do the best that we can, our plan to brand our name in the sands\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOf the vast ocean of existence\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nUntil the last moment of subsistence\n\nundefined\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n ![/\u003e\u003c/div\u003e \u003cdiv style=](http://www.google.com/uds/css/small-logo.png)undefined\n\nundefined\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poems","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/350606-my-patience-is-gone.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/451082-long-distance-relationships.json"}}