This is my entry for this prompt.
The future unseen, by days, years, decades,
A blank slate, times waiting to be written.
The near future unplanned, the far unknown,
I live by the days of the present.
What lays ahead, awaits in days to come,
I give no thought to it.
Minutes pass by, as I watch,
Turn to hours, and still I’ll sit
Turn to days, I’ll still be waiting,
For some unseen happening.
Turn to weeks, I’ll still be there,
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
Turn to months, years, decades,
Still that blank slate, still times waiting to be written.