It seems lately I've been facing down my future, right in front of me, nose to nose, and we just glare at each other.
It seems lately that my decisions have been upended beneath me as if I was a glass and sat on the table they were made of
It seems lately that my biggest fear is showing how unsure I really am, how much I don't have it all figured out. Out of comedy and tragedy, I smile on the outside but within I'm dying
It seems lately that I may have to give up something extremely precious and I'm not sure I have the strength to do it. It feels like Sisyphus and his boulder- endlessly repeating, endlessly difficult.
It seems lately I've been facing down my future. Red boxing gloves, and circling, with me on the floor, blood streaming from my nose
It seems lately my future has been frightening me.
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