Future

The icy road is lonely.
To walk this path you must be strong.

I have walked this path all my life
I have walked this path alone.

My life may confuse you.
My journey is just that, confusing.

It is hard. Yes.
But it is what I must do.

What I must become...
I myself am not sure of the future.

All I am sure of is the loneliness.
The loneliness of my life.

There's no time for crying.
As I have out grown feeling.

To grow to fast is my curse.
I have skipped that part in life.

A child I never was.
An adult I have become.

Is this my future?
Is this what I have become.

My past is to painful.
But my future is unclear.

Whisper the winds do.
To me alone.

I am the future.
And the future is me?