It comes in a fury,
mouth frothing,
sweat dripping,
bursting with expectations.
It arrives at your door
with a screeching halt.

Telling the tale
of the unsung future,
promises evrything,
and nothing...

It's the page unwritten,
the blade wich has not yet cut.
It's the riches to come,
and the dustridden poverty.

It's the heart warming,
the heart waning.
It's the fiery pride
that reacs havoc.
And the humility
that seeks to mend.

It stands before you
ready to be seized.
You are the rider,
the tamer,
the master.
However you need not fear,
it's direction is not yet clear.