Again, a poem I had to write for school, and I would really like some feedback before Friday.
We are young now
with the future
spread before us
like the ocean
unending, seemingly
beautiful and
amazing
We cannot see
what is too come
but our nerves
prick
with expectations
The future is spread
before us
like the wings of
a bird
it dips and
glides, soaring
through the air
into the distance
We stand now
on the threshold
of dreams and
expectations
And we look into
the future, unknown