That feeling of not knowing what tomorrow will bring scares me.
what desires do I have in life? What is that I want to do?
I wake up asking myself this everyday,
to wake up without a purpose scares me.
im drowning trying to come up for air
what consumes my mind is that of my life passing me by,
seconds turns into minutes,minutes turns into hours .
I'm still in the same spot,expecting a breakthrough
finally coming up from air to breathe and live this so called life.
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