Future is in the Tick-Tocking of the Clocks

Maybe You Can’t Hear it, is the Sound it’s Making

An End, of a, Beginning?

You Passed Through that Multi-Colored Springtime

You Saw the Shades Underneath the Bushes

Is it at Rest, or, is it, Waiting for its Chance, to Pounce?

The Windows Used the Light, Played that Script of Love, Life & Death of the Dust Particles

This Fate that’s, Turning Over & Over, is it, Testing Your Life to See if it’s, Deep, Enough?

You’d Drawn the Curtains, Wanting the Dusts to, Settle?

On the Subject of the Future, Will We Both Still be, There?

The Roads that Lengthened Themselves Out, Started with the Silence of Today

From Shopping for Vegetables from Lowering Your Head to Cough

What We are Breathing in, that Last Breath of, History

As We Laughed Aloud, the Cold Air Inside are Just Too Shy to Come out

Our Gloating, is Merely, the Interests Paid out of the Nightmares

As Fatigue Attacked, Won’t You Close Your Eyes

To See the Stars as the Caves on that Black Screen

Where Both Our Ancestors, Once Resided

That Cave, More Ancient than the Futures

Unwithered Like the Stars, Like the Plum Blossoms Already Withered Away in April

Who Will Tell it, that the Osmanthus Will Blossom in August?

Don’t Use Your Impatience to Disturb the Future

Don’t Use the Wrinkles on Your Faces to Make Them into

That Evening Gown of Your, Futures

As the Future Really Comes, it Will, Review Over the You Back When

To See if, it’s, Still the You in Time

And so, this, just shows, how we don’t need to worry about the future, come what may, what’s to come, will come, and don’t matter how you dodge it, you still, can’t escape!