This silent fear that haunts me
In spite of rain or shine
Always there, I'm pondering if I will ever be free.

Ever since I folded, like cards, like paper, the coddling of the ignorant mind has ceased, and revealed to me very clearly
That I will never be free.

Not as I knew freedom to be.

This obstacle is overwhelming.
The goal is so close and yet its still out of reach.
The pitfalls of this road are laced with beautiful things,
so its all up for questioning,
...
..
How will I know?
How can I believe?

This fear, it's
always there, I'm
pondering if
I will ever
be free