The Future

Piece submitted by David Ray

Since I tasted my mother's milk, they whispered of my boundless potential,

Building expectations of greatness, as if it were quintessential.

But now doubts creep in, casting shadows on lofty heights,

Anxiety haunts my slumber, cloaking my nights.

Teachers marvelled at the young me, hand raised in eager class,

A library nomad, devouring knowledge that surpassed.

My church lauded my flawless scripture recitation,

Unaware I've strayed from religious dedication.

Yet their applause came with impossible conditions,

A web of ifs, buts, and uncertain visions.

Still, my focus remains steadfast on my mission,

For I am not merely destined for a future, but I am the future's ignition.