Capsized notions
of what any future
was supposed to be
leaves me reeling,
daily.

It seems that a future
I envision feverishly
is one that is doomed.

I'm the anti-Secret.

I put the vibes out
only to never
come to fruition.

I build it,
yet they don't come.

Know how I know?

The future is now
and it isn't what
I hoped or expected
it to be.

10/09/2012

Posted on 10/09/2012
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