Ever feel like you dont have a purpose?
Every day you wake up + put on your face saying today everything will change,
but instead you watch as the seasons go by before your eyes. Ever wonder where the time goes?
When the leaves change from green to gold soon they scatter across the world taking flight they are free.
Today i feel like a story still untold, an adventure never had + a rose ready to unfold.
Ever wonder what tomorrow may bring?
When will a smile come without effort + things fall into place?
Tomorrow is a mystery that i don’t want to solve, so tell me, when do you know?
When does the wondering end?
I still don’t know if the path im on is right + everyday is harder than the last,
but when do you decide whats right + whats wrong?
We are so much like the seasons but their story is foretold,
so when will we be free from the fear + mystery of tomorrow?

This poem was written/submitted by Lindsay Macrory.