I wonder what I am

What I may be

What I will become

What I may cease to know

What I may cease to love

Is there oblivion in the distance coming nearer

Is there fear in the gentle kiss of fate thrusting you forward

One day will I look back at this day

And laugh at my own failures

That is the joy of the future

To look down with clairvoyance at the past

But when the future comes nearer

I fear that I may be the last

Tugged towards this new world

Glittering with excitment, clouded by fears

If it brings me endless pain

If the sun remains haughty and the perpetaul rain

Will I lack the courage to move ahead

Or leak my tears onto the worn bed

I feel like a lamb led towards the slaughter

The blindfold placed on by the executioner

Am I unable to see the horrors that lie ahead of me

Or am I cowardly enough to envision my death

And turn my back on the happiness that lies beyond that door

I have yet to enter yet I stand

In the hallway

My hand on the knob

Unable to turn it 

I feel so incredibly small