future – Picking Up Roots

For You

I can't see the finish line,
but I know where
this race ends,
what lies between here and there
is mine,
I want it to be the best of me
for you,
I want to be strong, able,
capable of doing 
all you want to,
these choices I make -
what I give up now -
they are for you

Future Days

how much darker will the days grow,
when might we find the dawn
of a new beginning;
hope is a gossamer thread
and our hands are blunt instruments,
clinging in desperation,
we beg a sign,
for the light we see
is a confusion of potentialities,
and we hunger for substance -
it can't all come from within -
something to reward our faith,
that better days lie ahead