The Future

The Future This is the first edition; therefore, I don’t know what to name it. I don’t have the slightest idea of what to write on this sheet of paper. I am no rapper; maybe poetry is legit. I have chosen a career that requires at least twenty-two players. However, those boxes may support me well. My father seems to think they might pay off. If they do or don’t, I will still have a story to tell. Thanks to my mother, education will never be doffed. Maybe my future will consist of one of the three. Either way a strong belief in Christ is instilled. A long list of options may set me free. Free of this cold life that seems to be more chilled. Lots of money is no motive for me. My soul is well rested as long as my words grow as leaves on a tree.