Standing On The Border Of The Future

Perhaps for the first time in my life

I can feel myself standing on the border of the future

On the precipice of who I could be, of who I want to be

I’m on the edge of a blank page trying to plan out how to flush out the words

I want to write the words of who I want to be

I’m dancing with anticipation and dread on the edge of that blank page, that blank canvas

Dreading the work I have yet to do

The problems that I know not what they all are that I know I will have to face and the problems I know as well

Giddy with anticipation for the man I can see myself working towards being

Standing on the border of the future

I’m trembling with dread and anticipation

I know some of the steps that I must take, I know some of the paths I have tried to take and failed

But must this time succeed

The blank slate ahead of me is mine to paint on

Mine to cover with words and pictures

Mine to control or so I’d like to think

But life just happens

And messes up all out pretty best laid plans

And throws us into chaos

But I can weather the storm

I’ve weathered worse

And come out on top

So I’ll take the leap of faith into the future knowing I’ve laid my plans as best as I can

Plans aardvark through zebra

Time waits for no man and the future doesn’t either