Scared to the bones of change,

Drained by the thought of staying the same.

Should I see the world?

Should I grow roots?

Frightened of loving again,

Melancholic in the embrace of singleness.

Unfinished poems.

Contradictory visions.

Empty chapters of the dawn.

And all these lifelong decisions about

What “I” meant yesterday,

What “I” is achieving today,

What “I” wishes to explore tomorrow.