What Is Yet To Come?

What Is Yet To Come? ode

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What is yet to come ?
I only think about what is yet to come
Yes I’ve created a platform but will I reach my aim
I shall strive until I know that within me lives a dignified form
I only know that I am that I am
And for my own failure ,I have no one to blame
I just imagine leaching out into fame
I am the hearth but people only recognize the flame
I only suffer from this tenacity and what I only hear every time I close my eyes is a beam
I fear to end up being colonised by shame
I expect people to see me and consider the person who’s the one that I am
Only what I saw I shall claim
Deep down I feel that I was destined for greatness
But I don’t seem to get over this madness
Of which I know that it is only to bring darkness ,
But I always tell myself ,as a soldier through grace I shall claim success
And what is yet to come I shall face.

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