The Future of Me

the vast expanse of our human kind
leave the traces of abundance far, far behind
i am but mortal, i know this to be very true
challenge the gods, and they shall do unto you

i feel so strange, to be even simply live
my mind and my body yearn, eagarly, to survive
so strange to face death, even if it maybe for the uptinth time
so strange to see a familar face, clouded and cloaked, dead but alive

and yet i can only ponder, not whats to happen to me
but to the people i may soon leave behind, what's to be?
a story yet untold, and line yet to be wrote
even if i may become fallen, with a blade that smote

and yet still i only wonder, for the future, what do you hold
can i believe that i should even wonder, this question i uphold?
should there be only pain, maybe suffering only that for me?
or will i pass peacfully, in dying, can that only be?

only questions i ask, but no answers will certainetly show
i still can only wait, for what plan has been given a go
as i sit and think, i can only emotionally betray my regrets
i can only just realize, its my family who worries and frets

i know not what torment or peace yet waits for me
i know not what pain lies beyond the future to see
but i can assume, as god only hath knows
the future for me, is what i choose to stop, or goes.