The future as an insecurity

Stare into the expanse
Feel the insignificance of not knowing
Wish for greatness
Receive humility

All stars do their best to burn brightest
Yet some are but faint pinpoints
In the night sky

Take the hits as they come
Often and early

The darkness of space is a cruel audience
Seeking to devour
In it's insatiable black hole

There is no sense in guessing the fate
For the future is a Nebula
A picturesque monument without form
or substance
A gaseous cloud of hope and doubt
become insecurity

We sit out on warm summer nights
With low powered telescopes
Dreaming of things beyond our reach

Take care to remember how limited our
view of the infinite is
I have to remind myself of this
when my perspective worries me