booterpops

I look out my window and stare at the stars. I wonder if I have a future, a destiny, a fate. I wonder if the moment of my death is carved in stone or written on a desk calendar in pencil.

I'm tired of the "Where will you go's and what will you do's?" I honestly don't know and I really don't care. It seems the older I get the more people become concerned about my future.

What about my present?