Racing down this road of uncertainty
and it's the road I suppose
that was meant for me.

It used to be
that I was sure
and then
somewhere
probably
when I didn't take a dare
or started to care
the uncertainty
crept in

now it's frightening.

when I speed up I want to slow down
and speed up again and slow down
because and
why?

IT'S
not like I'll die or anything,

expiration dates are not the
kind of dates I need.

and there's the uncertainty
nagging away at me
and what do I do?
I write poetry
yeah,
really
or
almost
verse.