I’m scared of the future,
and whatever’s in store for me.
I don’t know what'll be there,
I don’t know what I’ll see.
I don’t know what I’ll face,
I don’t know what I’ll find.
I’m highly afraid,
and I'm scared out of my mind.
Fear grips my soul,
in its unrelenting grasp.
Leaving my fighting for breath,
as I struggle to gasp.
I know sooner or later,
that the time will arrive.
Which is why I'm afraid,
scared I won’t survive,
my encounter with change,
and its terrifying embrace.
The reality of future,
that I’ll soon have to face.
I cannot help myself,
but feel less than bold,
when I’m worrying about my future,
and whatever it may hold,
for me. You see,
I feel nothing but fear.
Cause' the moment of truth,
is really coming near.

9/29/10