Ha the days of our youth is long gone
and the ageing years are keeping a far pace
bored I lay low to see if time has stood still
the flash of wind across the air keeps me still
what a mystery tomorrow will be
I have to move past the shatters of my heart
callings from my future 'what will become of me?'
like a season changes so did I
up on spring, I see a light
take a chance I dare not
coming closer, I hear 'hi'
here we go again my dear future.

~onuora Stephanie chinenye