No Direction

I'm afraid to live,
but i'm afraid to die.
I'm afraid to laugh,
but i'm afraid to cry. 

I'm afraid to look,
but i'm afraid to find. 
I'm afraid to forget, 
but i'm afraid to mind. 

Roads are worthless when you have no place to go, 
wheather I go left or right, 
my hopes do not grow. 

I'm afraid to love,
but i'm afraid hate. 
I'm afraid to be bad, 
but i'm afraid to be great. 

I'm afraid to trust,
but i'm afraid to deny. 
I'm afraid to smile, 
but i'm afraid sigh. 

Roads are worthless when you have no place to go, 
wheather I go left or right, 
my hopes do not grow.

I'm afraid to see,
but i'm afraid to be blind. 
I'm afraid to be ahead,
but i'm afraid to be behind. 

I'm afraid to be awake,
but i'm afraid to be asleep.
I'm afraid to be real,
but i'm afraid to be fake. 

Roads are worthless when you have no place to go, 
wheather I go left or right, 
my hopes do not grow.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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