The Future of Fear

Next week, next month, next year
I can barely see what’s near
Predict, expect, or dream I fear
For the future is never clear
I hoped, dreamed, and in my prayer, I was sincere
Never could I expect to be here
In my heart, I can only fear
A future that may be severe
True and honest, my dear
In life, only the strong persevere
Time will pass, and death will near
And for good memories, I will cheer
My fears, I will spear
My fate, to my desire will adhere
And in time, my thirst for life will reappear
And in time, my voice you will hear