I sit and reflect on life, but it is only because it is the start of a new year
All the negatives and strife only seem to have become doubled
As I cannot help but have an unalterable fear
Of whether or not these upcoming times will cause more blood and tears
As I cannot shake this feeling my life will become even more inordinately troubled.
I have seemed to lost passion…I cannot find the desire
From what I have left I ration the rest of my energy
Because I cannot see into the future…I do not know what is about to transpire
God, karma, and fate all seem to conspire
To keep my life, freedom, and self worth in incessant jeopardy.
