Anxious future

If the past were air i blow away
With a vigor to be free
Life is like a canoe
On bloody lakes of roaring seas
It should stain
Life could be a mist racing along
Tainting waves
Casterated hopes and ceased passion
I chase from the torrents with a speed
Of spinning anxiety of hopelessness
All i see is the darkness spiking forth
Could there be any hope
To rest my dreams
Atlest for a day.