This is a poem about the future. My future. A future. Are you ready? Don’t worry, if you aren’t, there’s at least a couple of decades before it comes into fruition in its entirety. Another attempt at an iambic pentameter.

A Poem About The Future

It all starts with the two and the fourty.

  1. Then it’s me. Visionary. Trynna make me.
  2. Significantly bigger than me.
  3. Through foundations, theatre, and poetry.
  4. Through greatness in a world of beauty.
  5. In the end, it’s all about Africa.
  6. I really wanna hear everyone sing.
  7. Baka. Baka. Dakar. Bujumbura.
  8. It’s more than words. It’s dreaming and thinking.
  9. Educating, and before you know it.
  10. Exponential engineering. Here’s to.

The future; life, love, rockets and spaceships.


I spend a lot of time thinking about the future and the roles I’ll play in it. This poem sees me setting out a plan to bring a future into reality. Even as I’m envisioning different kinds of future, this particular one is probably several years away; which makes it even more pressing for me to start now. One of my first blog posts was about future technology, and why I’m excited about it.