In the corridors of my mind, I dwell in shadows of fear,
Bound by chains of indecision, moves I dare not steer.
Yearning for paths untrodden, yet fate holds me in its grasp,
Time slips through my fingers, a relentless, fleeting clasp.

Once master of my moments, now a pawn in life's cruel game,
Each wasted breath a currency, spent without acclaim.
No riches to amass, only burdens to stack high,
Ninety-nine unseen troubles, hidden from the naked eye.