Hello steemian's i hope all very good.today i want share a beautiful poetry among.hope all enjoy this.
Tomorrow
When i think of tomorrow
I can feel my pulse begin to quicken
I rack my mind, trying desperately to plan
But all i see are bank pages,and empty doorways.
They all tell me that i'm young,
What i have time
But time is fleeting,
Faster and faster
My futures a disaster,
Unmanned and unplanned,
As i sit idle by
Straining my eyes,
As search for a sign.
When i think of tomorrow
I don't like what i see,
Straing out at an abyss
Empty as can be.