Everything appears vague
Blurring my vision
The path seems far
A faint glow of emission
The years pass by
Still no illumination
The path stretches farther
A silhouette in isolation
Now death assumes near
Everything looks clear
The path ahead awaits
Only one breath away
I fear I’ll never know my purpose in life. To live a pointless and a worthless life. Never to find my destiny in life. My fear is not dying but living a life with no destination.
I fear I’ll never be able to experience my Great Perhaps. Never to know my role in the greatest play of all. Never to go on an adventure and find myself, my true self.
I fear I’ll never know what I truly want in life. To chase all the wrong dreams and let the right ones pass by. To live a life full of regret. To be unable to follow the omens to my buried treasure.
I fear I’ll never find the moment. The moment of pure happiness. The moment when all your worries fade away. The moment as Stephen Chbosky explained, the moment you feel infinite.
I fear I’ll never be a grateful kid for my mother. Always a disappointment, always a failure. A weak worrisome child. Never to fulfill her aspirations, never to end her apprehensions.
I fear I’ll never face my fears. All I will ever do is fear and make all these fears sincere. I fear my fears.