The future is out there,
like a horizon covered by early morning fog.
I peer into it,
attempting to identify
shapes in the mist;
yet,
I know I cannot.

The breaking new day will surely bring
whatever it has in store for me.

I'm just a passenger on this train.

Cary, NC, February 8, 2017
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