_The dome ahead is hazy_
_dancing in the morn of the moments dizzy,_
_What it uphold, no one knows,_
_Everyone hope better, ahead it glows._
_What it holds tight in its thigh,_
_It's concealed, better days hidden till nigh,_
_The future we uphold,_
_No one knows what it holds._
_We all leap at risk to the greatness to read_
_our dreams, that takes the lead,_
_Morrow Is quiet, it's of no furrow_
_to discuss, It might be a lucky or sorrow._
_The Future stands in written scribbles,_
_Vieling mysteries like soils beneath marbles,_
_Concealing to strips the masks on walls,_
_Fleeting to the future as we view the maps on walls._
_We are like morning stars waiting for the night_
_in suspense to see the actual starlight,_
_What the future uphold, I know not,_
_It might bring it cold or hot._
_*©WILLIAMS A.BELOVED*_