Rushing...

I sometimes face the value of my life

facing the true destiny of ever soul

consuming my own identity - letting

fear over power my knowledge of hope

control is my issue - i think to myself

will this pain ever pass why am i so

afraid of my past not the past when i was young

past of a future that lies beneath my

every breath i want to feel control of my surroundings

to walk freely against the wind

many times my heart races and i feel like

i am dying within some days

are better night time still scares me

though laughter is running out

of time - i still get a glimpse of a memory that wont

let me go even if i feel like

i am lost or alone.