One Day

I will know 

what 

I know. 

One day. 

One fine day.

I will know what to say

when asked how it was played. 

No more stressing. 

No more guessing. 

How soothing that will be.

No longer wondering. 

Finally knowing the 

ending to

"what will be will be". 

Finally able to see.

As an eagle's view. 

"What will I do"

Becoming

"what I have done". 

Sadly it seems such a enormous

sacrifice

for that knowledge won 

but, truly, only time will tell. 

Still embracing that new day. 

Just like I did Yesterday's.

Skittishly prancing. 

Almost dancing

toward such a shocking

ending. 

To such a new beginning.

But to no longer be prey 

to ever wondering 

and 

unceasing beckoning

must be paradise.

Surely even if it is the end of 

this life.