I'm scared of what I don't know

Why is it hidden?

Why can't I see it?

Why is the unknown existence
I feel helpless and a victim of being unknown of my own future 
It's scary I'm not in control of what I want to accomplish
What I want
What I need

Where will I end up in this world either a song like ode to joy or sappy songs like one sweet day that never ends well or at least what I want it to be like

My skin is cold
Is it my heart revealing itself to me
So cold
Not a hint of warmth
Am I who I think I am 

Will I be known or be left in a box six feet deep with no flowers or tears surrounding me 
Laying there with a overwhelmingly overbearing load of regrets and mistakes

I don't know!!!

I guess that's the point 

Of life

We don't know where we'll end up

It's what makes it elusively interesting

We never know what tomorrow will bring

Or what today we will savor or look upon in the future that holds our unknowns.