steemitpoetrycontest#12 'the Future is for you to decide!'

Back in the days when they tell us folklore
All we take is the humour
Forgetting that the future is already near
And it is for us to manoeuvre the present

But all we do is expecting a tutor
To magically suture the pattern our life
And we forgot that we are watchers of ourselves
Cuz we had the chance to armor our future

Then the birdwatcher in us turned to a poacher
The optimism in us has been butchered
And it soon spread like a malignant tumour
In no time our future was dispostured