The Future Is In My Hands Poem by James Darwin Smith II

From the spectres of time, I regress
What could I have done better?
How would it of been?
Surely life would be better
If lived from an open air of infinite possibilities



The choices I made
The choices I failed to make
Trying for the impossible
Hidden from the possible
So much time truly escaped



But, am I truly old?
Young at heart
With fresh energy beaming out
Spirit ageless in a tail spin at a youthful longevity



Sure the mind can feel old at times
Looking at generations before me
Wondering, what is going on?
Why do they think in such ways?



Then, I dig deep
Step into their shoes
Walk only to the beat of loneliness
Realizing there are those
Who feel left out as I use to



I am young in ways
Yet, old in certain others
Searching for the answers
In the many riddles of life as a whole



So now I fight for more knowledge
Destroying the past hauntings of self
Gaining confidence as I go
Telling myself how things never happen overnight



Been so lucky where I am
Could have been much worst
Things though can be much better
Got to show the world my entire worth



I spent many times alone
Even when so many were around
Thought more than I should have ever thought
Worrying about such paltry things



I act like I need no attention
Yet, a big part of me wants much of it
A walking contradiction of self
Trying to find a way into a better predicament



These words I hold sacred
In a stanza form, no less
Celebrating life's difficulties
That make me better the more I age with grace



Yes, I could have done much better in life
But this life is nowhere near done
Wanting to be something in a certain way
Even if this world is not ready for someone like me



All I give is all of me
Of whom I am
Can you see all of the possibilities?



I dream, and dream and dream
Maybe too much it may seem
Trying so hard to be relevant
And making my mark
Even if it will never be seen by many



I have grown to be more proud of myself
The errors of my way have been gifts
That for which keeps giving
The strength that keeps this heart beating away



Such a mess you could say
But what is wrong with that?
What is perfection anyway?
A direction towards utter disgrace



The choices I have made
Those I never made before
I am doing my best to live with myself
Defending this life to enjoy it to its fullest extent



Still fresh, slowly rejuvenating
This world better watch out for me
I am not of simple text
Read me with more than just your eyes
Would you please?



What is true success?
After you take every possession and title away
Even the poorest man can feel the most success
Only if he opens up to the extent of his own possibilities



If one sees me on a one way road
They do not see me at all
I ride every highway I can
Searching for the answers of self
The things I could accomplish and even more



From the spectres of time, I search for major accomplishments
Nothing more, nothing less
Just the balance of where I can go
In a world full of truth and metaphors



It all comes down to this
I am just trying my best
To be the best to my enduring after all



The future is sloped in a slippery mess
But I must keep going no matter how many times I fall



All I have is I; will they ever know who I truly am?



Striving for the strength of going beyond
where I have never gone before
I just know some way, somehow I can advance,
I just know deep down I surely can!


Did you ever know who I truly was?
Because that part is dead
Now you will know who I truly am!



My future is safe at times unsafe within my hands!


Never will I let it slip away! Again!