As I stand on the brink of future’s glow
My fortune is uncertain as my heart.
No matter what I do or say, the flow
Of time’s sweet water never stops or starts.
I wait upon the shore and drink the air;
It tastes of terror, woe, and missing home.
But underneath that melancholy flair
In these wild seas and wilder skies I roam,
I sense a certain beauty in how free
This mapless, guideless world has made me be.
Annika Bajaj is an 18-year-old writer from Lexington, Massachusetts who has had her works published in numerous journals. She’s pursuing a degree in neuroscience at Amherst College. Outside of writing, she enjoys reading, playing violin, singing, and baking.