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.
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