Which way to tomorrow?
Into the wind or hard alee?
Do we veer or hold the course
to the Land of What-Will-Be?
Do we clamber up some scaffold
to get a better view
of all the choice and option
our futures might imbue?
But maybe it isn’t there
’til we bungle through today
so we declare the future is now
and cower in cliché.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
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