My Future

What I say now may be rudimentary -
As I try to unravel time and its mystery
Making a travel to the past by memory
And making assessments as to what my future will be

May be I’ll end up being in Oblivion
Discarded and ignored by everyone
Rectifying my obliterated world with left audacity
Living as Somebody; Dying as a worthless nonentity

May be I’ll end up being simple and bourgeois
Making efforts perpetually just chasing dreams
Unlike a life checkered with all sorts of vicissitudes
Living a monotonous life; Ending in nondescript fumes

Or May be I’ll end up as a Head Honcho, a Big Shot
With stories of my life’s challenges and how I fought
Inspirational and exemplary is how my life would become
An accomplished living; and death with a grand requiem

Delving into the theories of the my mind
My future’s heaven or hell or in between those lines
Push to one direction, and comes a radical turn
How this paradox solves, that’s a great concern