Saturday, April 5, 2008

yay another poem!

Sweet Coming

When I think of music I see my future,
But when I predict my future I see nothing.
I have not created my future,
I only know what I want to do.

Nothing is set in stone right now,
So my future is still changing and morphing.
I may want to be a police officer,
Or maybe I will be an entertainer.
My future is uncertain until it happens.

When I play my music,
I think about where it can bring me.
I create that music,
And I learn from my mistakes.

When I predict my future I see nothing,
Because I have not created my future,
But instead I have prepared for it.



Brittany Seale

Copyright April 2, 2008

1 comment:

K said...

Very interesting - I like it! Another Bravo!! :)