It is only natural to fear
The u n k n o w n.
But my mind,
Just cannot be controlled.
It is wide awake
Echoing,
"What if...?"
Echoing
What could be,
What would be,
What will be.
It swirls in my mind.
Can these thoughts be my own?
Is it natural to fear
The u n k n o w n?
© 2015
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Poetry"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
