The Unknown
Why do I worry?
Why do the things I don’t know scare me?
Why have my dreams gone from colorful utopias,
to darker wastelands I don’t remember?
Why am I so afraid to face tomorrow
when not knowing brings me sorrow?
Every day goes the same
I always feel like I’m to blame
Months ago, the world almost tore itself apart
Almost seemed like everyone lost their heart
The unknown consumed us all
When we thought things would be normal in the fall
The unknown is no terrible thing
The world became clearer in my eyes
I saw things I have never seen before
Felt things I never felt before
And thought things I never would have before
Who knew isolation would be the greatest gift of all
The gift came in many forms
An example would be being away from the dorms
Another would be realizing I want an image I can call my own
Instead of the image my parents have set in stone
I have finally found my peace of mind
Who knew all my life I’ve been so blind
So, I thank the unknown
Because now I sit on a golden throne
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