Fear the Future
The sun’s coming up on yet-another day
Unknowns abound, surprises can cut both ways
Both good and bad, which will it be?
Sometimes I can feel the vice closing on me
Try to stay positive, but sometimes it’s too tough
The water I’m sailing through is choppy and rough
I can’t help thinking, “What if I don’t make it?”
It’s taking what time I have left, bit by bit
I don’t like to think of what may come to pass
It’s all rushing by me, so damn fast
What of the plans I’ve made, if only in my head?
The stories unwritten, the words unsaid
Yes, I do fear the future; tell me what’s to come?
I don’t want to face it; I just want to run