I don't know where I'm going.
I barely remember where I've been.

Tomorrow scares me.
Just like yesterday had.

Living in the moment seems...

Irrational.
Illogical.
Impossible.

But not doing so,
seems even more so.

I am afraid of today.
Afraid to live a dying life.
Each day,
and each night,
I hold on to a chance
that I could die a death worth living.