All Eyes On Me

A Future Written On A Piece Of Paper
A Past Hidden In A Photo Album.

The Present At The End Of A Path,
So Far Away- Even Sunsets
Can’t Catch It.

Because Even I Don’t Understand
What Is Going On?
What Is Going To Happen?
What Is Going To Be?

The Present, The Gift
Of Understanding-
Anything At All

Is Ribbon Wrapped For Me.

You Can Open It Up And Embrace It,
Or Disreguard And Ignore It.

But In The End-
All The Pressure,
And All The Decision-
And All The Eyes:
Are On Me.

Here’s To The Unknown.