Future Equation

Future opportunities
future probabilities
Equated from the present identity
Multiplied by eternity
Now tell me,
what should my concern be?

My potential has no limit
How I use my time is the critic
What holds my attention
Is how I shall finish
The journey of peace, I jump right in it
My mis-step I won’t forget it

Forget it
Their deadlines
I have my own crunch-time
No pun! No punchline
I battle for serenity on my front-line

It is a war
I know the score
In the midst
opportunity still knocks on the door
The probability of peace
got me moving like a matador
For equality there should be an uproar