Considering the past
That has led to my present
I wonder where today
Will lead me.
What do I hope for?
Sadly, I do not know!
Other than to say
I want tomorrow
To be different,
Better,
And more filled with promise,
I do not know
How else to express
The longings of my heart.
What should I reach for?
Fame?
Fortune?
Love, perhaps?
I wish what I feel,
With all of its passionate complexity,
Could be given
A singular voice,
A clarion call of direction
In a life comprised
Of rampant ambiguity.
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