What of time to come?

Murkiness I stare at

Bewilderment fills my insides

Rattling words ally my mind

But it forbids and disobeys,

Insignificant life it is now

Motives strewn away

Forlorn without an opportunity

Untamed remain my errors,

Dreams echo of my past

Clouds linger steadfast

But my morrow will shine

A beam of haven shall recline.