The Unknown.

Sitting here,
always thinking.
My mind never lets me go.
I just pray for a moment of silence.
Thoughts run though my mind
the ones of the past,
and the ones of the future
and what it could bring.
All the bad things could very easily come back
and I'm so scared of that happening,
I don't know how to handle it.
Time goes on
and I don't know what's going to happen,
which is what I fear the most.
The unknown.
It's out there searching,
waiting for me to stop planning
waiting for me to stop thinking
The unknown.
It's there.
I can see it still off in the distance,
can't you?

The past is known,
the prestent is happening
and the future is The unknown.
It's always right around the corner,
so close.
Will I let myself slip?
Will I do this or that?
What will I pick.
I don't know,
it's all unknown to me.
All of it.
Myteries and I don't get along,
but it's still there
haunting over me,
waiting to surpise me.
Waiting,
just like The unknown.