The past appears before my eyes, clear as the light of day,
Serving as a guide to map out the ever changing present.
Yet the future is as a phantom to me, unknown and unseen.
A frightening notion I have no choice but to accept and entertain

The uncertainty of my destiny weighs heavily on my mind,
A burden that no distraction can ever make me forget.
My unknown future terrifies me to the point of paralysis,
Making me question if anything I do is of any consequence

Constantly pondering the idea of an unknown fate,
My mind tries to make sense of what my actions may affect.
Is that destiny ever shifting, or has it already been set in stone?
Am I in control of it, or just sleepwalking towards its destination?

Anxiously observing the unformed, shapeless horizon,
Fear is setting in, on what will be built on that empty plain.
A shining, prosperous future, or a desolate wasteland of broken dreams?
But the greater fear is of the journey towards it.

Am I the architect paving the way?
Or, am I the passenger helplessly speeding towards that Shadow Fate?