Just think about the future.
It's so hard to not fret about it.
My mind is littered with pathways
Of how I will be at a point.
And it's scary.
It is so very scary
Because the future is all I have left y'know?
I have used up all that I have
And will use up all that I will.
I will never experience the future, nor the past.
My whole life will just be rolling through me.
I get why people are so afraid of their lives,
Who cower in a corner of their own.
It's horrible to think that now will not be so
And then will be now
Because what can happen, will
and what will happen, a mystery.
To think I may have gotten to the point
In which I was so afraid of the big blackness ahead,
That I would refuse to participate any longer.
But the mind will tease out plays for this game,
But just the bad ones.
Breathe and exhale.
That is all we are here for.
The rest will dissipate into past
Until we have none.