Poetry - The Future

The future lies for those who wait
It promises, but gives too late
Or you could say it lies in wait
It lures you in to meet your fate

The future takes what we hold dear
And scatters it both far and near
"There is no hope for you, my dear,"
It tells me as I'm standing here

I do not know where I went wrong
Perhaps I knew not all along
Perhaps I've always been this wrong
Destined to failure before long

The future leers at those who try
To fight the ones who make reply
To punish those who dare to try
We suffer here... and then we die