Dream Of Destiny Poem by Imo Peter

'The future is now 'is not a myth
Tomorrow's dice is tossed today
The chance is today to make a choice
Tomorrow brings today's result

I dream as days nigh and bye
I see tomorrow coming soon
With two hands of fistful fates
A fistful hand of fertility
A fistful hand of futility

Where fertility lies, optimism thrives
Where futility lies, pessimism strikes
Swampy hands clutch fertile fist
Arid hands grab futile fist

But each time I dream, I see today
The base on which the future lies
I have a dream to dress my bed
By the future side where I shall lie
And cling to where my destiny lies

As time keeps its moving pace
My hands stretched wide on creativity
My aspirations yearns dexterity
To grip tomorrow with ambition
And fulfil the dreams of destiny