Future

The future is a fickle occurrence.

Never does one know where it'll lead.
Certainly no map for one to read.

Your final residence can be a surprise.
No way of telling where you'll lie.

In a world controlled by money and greed...
There's no way of telling if you'll have what you need.

As time slips by you're loved ones die...
No way to tell the ascension order into the sky.

The people around will come and go.
As I said before, the future you cannot know.

This being the way of life...
Why then is mine surrounded by strife?

I find it weird I can predict what's next...
Disturbingly I see the end of the quest.

A thought I'd like to keep out of my head...
Another chapter of this and I'll wish me dead.

Life isn't about how hard you get hit...
More like getting up and making a change in it.

But to be honest, I've taken to many blows.
A decaying liver can't hold up to all those throws.

Caved over from the last impact...
Only God knows how I'll stay intact.