Expectancy Poem by naphright naphright

Thinking about the days of old, dreaming of the days of new, watching the times unfold, hoping it all would accrue. Every second is accounted, to the good let let it be amounted, finding the scales balanced heavy or empty which is the challenge. Life full of expectancy past generation lurks in the primacy. Dealing with lies and truth, choices are greater than what is due. What's underneath the real surface counterfeit involved can't be perfect. Diligently trying to find a place without resting. just a slap, hands in the face. Brighter times are awaiting, joy in the heart still not fading. Faith abounds truth be told, life everlasting streets of gold. Brilliance and sheen in the dark will eyes be looking as in shock. Prophecy comming to pass with power word that last.