Horrific scenery fills my mind
Some from the future, some from behind
Nightmare images that fill others with Dread
The world would be better if My Kind were dead
In spite of the sacrifices of those we’re above
We see a future without Hope, Faith, or Love

Get behind the eight ball she said, which I had yet to understand. She said
it meant to look ahead to the future. I sat
there contemplating this saying for a while, and as I fell into
a deep slumber my thoughts ran free. Thinking of our future--

Wake up
Do my hair
Put makeup on
So they don’t stare

Wait a minute
Nothing’s wrong with me
I have friends
And a family

Whoa, good thing I didn’t keep goin’
That almost turned out like another
teenage poem

What are we here for?
Might there be a purpose that is more?
Maybe only time can tell the true meanings of our lives; it doesn’t lie.
That’s the power behind our efforts that continue till we die.

An act of courage is what I call,
 In the eye of a parent a plummeting fall.
An hour-long lecture will send him on his way.
 It just seems like another reason to run away.
These are words of wisdom you should borrow.
 It will be better tomorrow.

Anxiously tearing open the
shimmering sealed package
Ignoring die red symbols
that embellish the wrappage
Considering this cookie holds
my future unknown
Depending on the message
I’m sure to cheer or moan
My Mom opens one of Happiness

Standing on this stage, my life flashing before
My eyes, I remember a time of Youthful
Bliss where the impossible was possible.

Singing sweet melodies to Snow White and
The Wicked Witch, six with fans hanging
On to my every Judy Garland high note.

I think more about my future
I can't understand my future
I see that future is very difficult 

A thousand stark crosses
Plotted on a green hill
Once moving a thousand miles an hour
Now stand still.
At life’s bloody terminus
We are told they are the purest of all of us
The rolling front blending together
Forming a sea of forever