I'm scared of what I don't know
Why is it hidden?
Why can't I see it?
Why is the unknown existence
I feel helpless and a victim of being unknown of my own future
It's scary I'm not in control of what I want to accomplish
What I want
What I need
Where will I end up in this world either a song like ode to joy or sappy songs like one sweet day that never ends well or at least what I want it to
My skin is cold
Is it my heart revealing itself to me
Not a hint of warmth
Am I who I think I am
Will I be known or be left in a box six feet deep with no flowers or
tears surrounding me
Laying there with a overwhelmingly overbearing load of regrets and
I don't know!!!
I guess that's the point
We don't know where we'll end up
It's what makes it elusively interesting
We never know what tomorrow will bring
Or what today we will savor or look upon in the future that holds our