chihuahuas

The future is bright, they say. 

Opportunity is knocking, they say. 

You have the world at your feet, they say. 

Good things come to those who wait, they say. 

And so they say so many things, but all I can think is

Trepidation is biting at my heels 

Like a rabid chihuahua, 

And I really just need the loud, crowded voices to quiet down 

And show me the way to where 

I should head as I find my way

Into the hopefully bright 

Yet unknown, 

Hopefully successful 

Yet who knows anything anymore

Except for them

Future.