looking out, a new world.

poem about the future.

we all have a time where we sit.
and we think.
of course.
but my mind, it constantly wanders to the future.
to what is coming, what will be.
i always wonder how things will change,
how things will be the same.
no one knows.
i do not know.
so i am left to wonder.
and for the matter.
worry.