when it comes true
when my dream is found,
my goals reached,
will I be fulfilled?
will the future be everything I’d hoped,
or a letdown
a saddening realization of truth
telling me exactly what I don’t want to hear.
it can’t be predicted, and that makes me fear that my work isn’t good enough to describe how I feel.
but if the future was certain, I do not know
how far my dreams would let me go.
The stone wall upon which he sits is crumbling, rough and moss covered, but it is home.
He stares up at the migrating geese, their honks loud and clear in the crisp air.
When the world is dark, and the stars are out
My mind comes alive.
I drown alone in my thoughts with a smile on my face,
And let myself get lost,
Because I know I’ll be found.
I wonder what heaven looks like. I wonder this as an atheist. Is it space, sailing among stars? Is it merely a concept, eternally to be determined, determined by fate?
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