A Poem...

Written during a long class of Ancient Greek:

I sit and stare at yon buildings
And cannot help but realize
My future may lie in one such building.

The cars, the trains, each one carries someone to a destination unknown to me;
but know to them?
I fear I will finish as they, though I may be more a sheep--led to my future, of blessing or
slaughter, by any such conductor.

How fearful can the future be,
But am I more afraid of living today?
Life is for the living
of today--
Tho I take not advantage of it.

Why live I like a hermit, thus,
In seclusion scared of things to come;
Scared more of lives that are of now
And paralyzed by daring challenges.

The hardest part of living is stepping out the door,
But getting out of bed can be far worse,
For ideas of a life unlived--or worse lived wrong,
Can petrify more than amber through the years,
hardened by cold shoulders,
icy stares,
and days of misunderstanding...