The future should be
better than the past,
if one lets love last.
Any other option chosen,
may have one losing.
Hate drives us back,
opening the door
for a demon attack.

Out of one hand the
future can be taken,
leaving one terribly shaken.
Into another hand,
too late to make a stand.
Controlling circumstances,
the best sage direction,
we enjoy better life romances.

A future can hold bright,
when directed by strong might.
Without some type strength,
futures may not make length.
Out going nowhere,
can bring no care.

Where are you going,
with the wind blowing,
Or with love showing?
Either way we go,
there will be a show.
Good or bad,
happy or sad.

G