Precognition
Maybe I can never touch this blue sky
It beckons me to caress its white clouds
Stuck to the dry soil with no way to fly
I with no dreams nor passion, just dreary doubt
Who will I be in the untold future?
Will I be the burden of all of my lies?
Will this darkness consume me or I the consumer?
Will my eyes tell truth when I say I’m fine?
It scares me the most, this deathly unknown
Having no passion may be my demise
In cold cavernous waters I’ve been thrown
With nobody able to hear these cries
I am afraid of what the future entails
The fear of ennui, the fear that I’ll fail
another one of my abandoned assessments
