The poem about the future for yesterday.
An endless, intricate complex web,
The pull of a thread, the change of the whole.
Unforseen until permanent,
Enshrined in total clouds of uncertainty,
Clouds of shrounded change
The future holds great change.
Both good and bad,
Through this ongoing march into the future,
What choices will be made?
What paths taken?
What choices stuck to,
It will be full of happiness, regret, mistakes, love, health and happiness.
All together in a soup of complete intricacy.
A soup of…