Perhaps I don’t exist in the future I’m so scared of,
Perhaps the world will continue on, with or without my love.
The sun will rise and set, a rhythm steady and true,
While I remain in this moment, a ghost of what I once knew.
My past is a shadow that follows me everywhere I go,
And my future is a blank page, a story I may never know.
So I’ll close my eyes and breathe, letting the fear subside,
And find peace in the present, with nothing left to hide.
