My future was once made of fireworks Exploding with vibrant sensations My life was planned like a novel And drenched in my elders’ elation My future is now a blank canvas And all my inspiration is gone It vanished with all of my innocence It is a toneless, rhythm less song My hands can tell no more stories My eyes are lifeless and grey My mouth speaks nothing but nonsense And my words are worthless to say When your future is planned to perfection And crafted from everyone’s mind The dreams you dreamt as a child Are forced to be left behind My dreams were painted in watercolor So fragile, so dainty, so frail And drenched in sparkling water That erased every delicate detail My future is empty like space Vast and covered in darkness No one told me when I was a child That obligation would act as a harness Yet in my future, I also see stars Far and not close to the touch But each step I take gets me closer To what I dreamt when I was young Though I know not where life plans to lead me Wherever I am meant to be lead As long as my dreams are beside me My future is not something to dread My future is now a blank canvas But like a masterpiece yet to be made I will repaint my dreams with fervor And proudly put them on display ***