Per Chance, A Glimpse

This is a lonely place
The trees, underbrush and shadows
Blend together in the grey of evening
Unified in their declaration of solitude
I gaze through the window
Caught in an endless stare
My mind twisting and turning through my future
Trying for a single glimpse of that which is to come
Fear of the unknown, embraced as though it were a dear friend
It’s all that I have
No matter how afraid I am of the forthcoming changes
They are coming my way at lightning speed
I best make friends with the fear of it all
Because I don’t want to miss a thing

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