The World of Tomorrow

Here is a "blast from my past," a poem I wrote in high school...my senior year, I think.

THE WORLD OF TOMORROW

I sometimes wonder where I'm going

I sometimes wonder where I'll be

I try to see the future

But I forget the future is inside me

I have to believe that someday

I'll make it in the world

The cold world of tomorrow

I am tomorrow

And when I shine

I make the world a better place

There isn't far to go

I just have to look inside to see

The beautiful world of tomorrow

And tomorrow is me

I dream of sun and grass and trees

And flowers all a bloom

The sea and the life it holds

As clear as it can be

The wind,

As it whistles through the trees,

Tells me the air is clean

I saddle my horse and ride through the hills

Content to let the sun fall on my back

I'm thinking of my future

And I laugh

For my mind

Holds the secrets

That tells me who I am

And who I'm going to be

In the world of tomorrow

The future is me.

Cute, isn't it? I wish I had a horse, but doubt that I'll ever have the money or space to have one. Oh well...LOL. I found this in a folder with some other poetry and stories I kept from my high school years. I'll have to get them scanned or typed into my computer for safe keeping.