My future

My future

It is all not to be embraced now is it?
 Sometimes we think we are deprived of
what others have that we don't

My future is in my hands had l knew that earlier on
That all is in my hands.
  What l feel is not anylonger expressed
But the rhythms of my conscience fairytales another tale

But the is always light at the end of the tunnel
That l believe they say
The spark of my faith and hope fades everyday
 One day all will be bright as if l never had any
Troubles bothering me