I feel strength returning
The sun is gradually rising
The future slowly appearing

The future

Once so misty and hazy
Was always there

Not pre-destined
But available
To shape, to inhabit

Though black clouds may blind me
The future remains

There is always tomorrow

Tomorrow will never disappear
Even if I do

And there is always
Humanity and hope

So long as people survive
There will always be love

So long as children are born
There will always be education

So long as cultures endure
There will always be compassion

Though I may be driven to extremes
There is always my tomorrow

Not the tomorrow
Others may predict for me

But the one I create for myself
A vast ocean
Of possibilities
If I can just fight against
Delusion

In the distance
The sounds of gulls
Soars above the bash
Of foaming seas

The earth shows me my inner nature
Sometimes clear
Sometimes shrouded
But constant as the changing landscape

A novel of endlessly turning pages
Each chapter describing a different pattern
Like rotating seasons
Predicatably unpredictable

We go on
In this way
Towards
The future