Path

There is something I was always afraid of, I never didn't know what I was afraid of,

At the end I could only conclude it was me,

And only me,

And my greatest fear of all,

As the ideal fear "Death" didn't scare me enough,

All that scared me was dark hollow image of myself,

Struck somewhere inside of myself,

A place inside myself where I see paths,

But no guarantee of what is to happen,

A past that can I can't never go back to,

A future that I can never see beyond,

And a present that is too much for me. . .