Looking toward the future with a frightened eye staring down uncertainty trying to pass the quiet nights without letting my mind go astray
There are too many thoughts I can't bear to think too many possibilities I don't have the courage to consider
I'm not scared of the future just blinded by dreams gone awry living in a past checkered with defeats and cradling ideals long since lost and forgotten
No journey has gone the direction I planned No sprint has moved at the pace I wanted So now I sit here completely out of dreams pining for what should have been but never will be frightened by possibilities turned into destinies and clinging on to improbable hope slipping through my fingers
Uncertain about everything save what I fear Destined for nothing but what I despise
There is no glorious future there is no happy end just a game of self-deceit that never quite fulfills
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Uncertainty
Looking toward the future
with a frightened eye
staring down uncertainty
trying to pass the quiet nights
without letting my mind go astray
There are too many thoughts
I can't bear to think
too many possibilities
I don't have the courage to consider
I'm not scared of the future
just blinded by dreams gone awry
living in a past
checkered with defeats
and cradling ideals long since lost and forgotten
No journey has gone the direction I planned
No sprint has moved at the pace I wanted
So now I sit here
completely out of dreams
pining for what should have been
but never will be
frightened by possibilities turned into destinies
and clinging on to improbable hope
slipping through my fingers
Uncertain about everything
save what I fear
Destined for nothing
but what I despise
There is no glorious future
there is no happy end
just a game of self-deceit
that never quite fulfills
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