I am uncertain about the future
Anything could happen at any moment
Meaning? What meaning?
Surely there is no master plan behind this mess
Chaos is the only certainty, death and taxes the only guarantees
And where is our master puppeteer?
Reading, sleeping when he should be pulling the strings?
Ecstatic by the tangled web He has woven from them instead?
Dare we challenge where He is taking us, walk along a different path?
I do not know where the future leads
Am not certain what waits for me
Maybe I will die tomorrow, maybe even today
But I will make the most of it
Rebel against the strings that pull me
And make my own path in life
Veer straight onto my own master plan
Eventually making my way to paradise
About the Creator
Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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