Fifteen

We reach the gates of future,

wearing our sleeves of past

Destiny embraces, testimony rolls

off tongue it divides dream from reality

 

I step into unknown; the known

vanishes leaving room for the

unknown to occupy

 

The unseen foe watches

 

Future blind to the oculist

Plans untold distort controlled by

rattled state of mind

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