Overcoming the fear of mistakes
I fear that the choices I’ve made are wrong
Thus I should relax and just sing a song.
I fear the rawness of the real world
But I mustn’t be so torn.
Someone didn’t give me a warning
So I went through some mourning.
For myself I wasn’t going to lie
So it felt as if I was going to die.
I figured growing old would make me gold.
An empty room filled up to the brim with unspoken words.
It all seems as if everything is blurred.
Then the world whispered to me
So I let it be.
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