Waking up in the morning I have fears
I fear the fact that I might not live through the day
I fear if I would ever do the things I
plan to do, we all set New Year’s resolutions
but they usually stay in that hopeful part of our mind.
I fear that the life I dream of will not be as such, with my
cheek pressing on that pillow I escape into this world where
Everything is about me.
I fear that I as a human being will never be good enough,
Replaced, over shadowed, and forgotten.
But as my cheek presses on that pillow while the sun
sets and the stars wait to blossom,
I fear that my fears will come true.
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