We are but small, insignificant creatures

With ways so intricate

that a simple move recreates our destinies.

Trials are for us to grow and overcome the things of the future.

The future-

and unpredictable thing;

a look across the land, 

or held in one's hand.

The future,

so delicate.

It's innumerable in possibilities.

Is there enough time for the things we deam important?

Or are we wasting the hours we are given?