The Future

Where am I headed?
Where am I going?
There's really no way
of me really knowing.

My future's uncertain
just like yours.
No one can predict
through which of the doors

you'll walk through tomorrow.
Which door shall I go through?
If I knew my future
then nothing would be new.

And so I must walk
with hope in my heart
that where I am headed
is from where I did start.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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