Who Knows What the Future Has To Hold

 

 Time spent trying to explain

 Civil Unions hoping to regain

Everybody watching the clock

Beds and Pillows left behind the lock

 

Pages turned resembling a Bible

Lurking conversations rooting for libel

Stages set and wages bet

Someone knows what we haven’t seen yet

 

Storms form through sun-filled skies

Lives taken amid and after failed tries

Will it all stop once the horn blows

Falling like the petals of a faded rose

 

What is there to race to, what finish line

How can one pray without a candle for a shrine

Yet stages are set and wages bet

That someone knows what we haven’t seen yet