The future's in a state of flux.
Possibilities dance in my thoughts
like distant galaxies
in the night sky.
Stars you can wish on,
but they offer no warmth.
I'm on the right path,
and coursing with strength.
I strut,
even in the face of uncertainty,
I'm all good.
So much that was wrong is now right again,
and I sigh with relief.
My compass is true,
and if I keep to my North,
it will be just fine.
I can taste the futures on the tip of my tongue,
without drinking too deep,
without sculling the full vessels,
without diving in blind,
without drowning in them.
With wisdom,
all will be right with my world.
