The Unknown

My life, like a story that is yet to be unfold.

I occassionally wonder about my life's ending.

Not a fairytale, but a legend that is yet to be told.

I do realize, however, I have to finish my life's beginning.

Sometimes stories are sterotypes of happily ever afters.

My story has experiences that I don't event want to tell.

I do have to accept that my experiences are the ones that form the chapters.

As a result of my endurance, in my final chapter, all will be well.

But  I'm not fond of my life's ending at all.

I don't know why doubt keeps taking refuge in my mind.

Will my success be short or tall?

It seems like I have forever, but I'm running out of time.

How will I know what's in store for me?

All I can, will, and have to do is see.