Rhyming Attempts

I don't know the future,there is no crystal ball in my hand.
What I do know is that the hourglass is running out of sand.

All I see is the path that lie in front of me.
And to much of my dismay there is nothing else that I can see.

Tomorrow is a mystery while yesterday is just plain history,
As for today, just a blind man's fury.

Ultimately, though the "poem" is terrible it all comes down to the fact that I am blind when I start to think about the future. I truthfully have no stinking clue of what will come my way. Whether success, failures, love, heartbreak, hope or destitution, I don't know what will happen. And right now, I am perfectly fine with that!