The Future

I follow a path that leads me on, to a place I do not know.  From the dark of night, into the light and back again I fall.  The way is hard with twists and turns, I climb out from the depths.  My feet slip upon the broken earth, I cling to the roots of a great tree.  Within the branches I find a moments peace, lifted up above the dirt.  From this height I can see ahead, something more then what I've known.  I stumble on through the uncertainty of a deep fog, grasping at a memory of what has yet to be.