I am driving
With my daughter
To her school
Where she will find her future
Or might not
Sometimes, the future is the now
We both laugh, chat and gossip
We see the world around, but observe nothing
As we reach the school, we are in a log jam
We are part of a collective going somewhere
Reaching where?
In some other cars, kids are sitting silently
Staring ahead at whats oncoming
Mothers and fathers gazing here and there
Anxiety ridden in their eyes
Until their parking spot will appear
The future holds only what we can percieve it to be
And today
Its uncertainity, and fear
Our children will have to rewrite this
Reclaiming their present
From the depths of their past, which we scrambled up.
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