Time and Uncertainty

The things I loathe the most, are time and uncertainty. It passes in a blink of eye, And yet remains an eternity. I sit by the window and ask the sky, "Will I be able to embrace the future me?" "Will I be contented when I'll die?" But does that even matter? I'm already a good friend of rejection and jealousy, And yet I can't bring myself to start a new chapter. How can I accept, My roots would be alien to me someday I guess, I gotta learn, Everything won't be perfect. No matter what, I can't run away, And I can't trust my gut. They tell me to trust the procedure, But I can't do anything, I'm an over-thinking creature.