WA#9 draft 3

He stares out his window
His mind is blank and empty
Taking for granted all the time
When he should be doing work
Hoping that he can make the climb
And not worry about the future

yet he tries to envision the future
Living in a house with a bay window
A stream running down a hill, a steep Climb
he would have an refrigerator, never empty
he would live a life of plenty, but not controlled by Work
never worrying about time

That would be his Time
the time he would work for the Future
that would be his life’s Work
time to break the Window
his life never empty
To the top he would Clime

He remembers other times he tried to Climb
he failed time after time
He could never make it, he would blank
He could not see his Future
He wanted change, could see it through the Window
But he could never Work

But now things are different, he can Work
He makes the ClimbHe breaks the Window
He pulls his life together, he now has Time
The future beckons, he has made his own Future
He made it what it is, a canvas empty

An empty canvas
His whole life’s Work
so he made his Future