Within the dread of the moment <br />I must dought that Shakespeare <br />Sat up all night, Writing his plays <br />Knowing they'd be timeless <br />One man <br />An epic in writing <br />By accident <br />Maybe one day <br />Once I have long since passed <br />Someone will come across <br />The pages I breathed life into <br />And maybe, out of mere curiosity <br />They may read my words and find symbolism <br />That I never meant to include <br />Maybe, in 300 years <br />I shall be an epic in the world of poetry <br />(If one still reads poetry by then) <br />And maybe I'll become famous as Shakespeare <br />Or Edgar Allen Poe; maybe I'll be known <br />For something I never meant to do <br />Myabe I'll be known for this<br /><br />Brie Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-future-unknown/
