September 4, 2008
What will happen to me?
Covered in a cloak of uncertainty
What am I to become?
The all-knowing wise man can not help me with this one
Pulled apart
Put back together again
Assembled by one person who I know is my true friend
What will be the first thing to change?
Transformed, invaded, mixed up rearranged
Now that I have broken out
the future is all I think about
Clouding everything that goes on inside of me
A dark and terrifying haze of unknown years, months, and days
A blank testament of what is to come
A mysterious package
And no one knows where it came from
A little boy who wants to play
But ends up leaving your outlook cold and gray
Uncertainty is a ghost who haunts the rational part of our brains
The future is a kingdom in which uncertainty reigns

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