FUD

Fear

The moments I prayed
would never end,
the clouds of hope
that never rained,
are hunting me now
as I say goodbye.
Coz the truth
makes living hard
and the hope
doesn’t let me die.

Uncertainty

I’m turning away
from where I want to be
I’m running away
where – I don’t clearly see
I think I’m making my choices
or they’re being made for me
I think I’m waiting for ‘the’ choice
that’ll finally set me free

Doubt

Doubts,
yours and mine
Indecisions,
and I’m running out of time
Choices,
I’m second guessing them all
Hope,
prelude to the eventual fall