Here

2007. Chopped the old end off.

Don't we all ask,

"Why am I here?"

Don't we let our minds

be overcome with fear?

 

They tell me,

take a chance!

But all I ever reply

is a medley of

“wont’s” and can’t”s.

 

When I wonder

"Why am I here?"

an array of different thoughts

pierce through my mind like a spear.

 

Sometimes, it's too much,

and down my cheek,

rolls a salty tear.

 

But tomorrow's a new day,

and I put on my mask.

It's a game we all play,

and will complete our daily

favors and tasks.