Standing on the precipice,
Knowing things will probably work out,
But not having faith in this.
Is it a quality of my nature,
Or has my upbringing brought me here?
Either way, can I overcome it,
Because I can't live life in fear.
I guess the more I face it, the easier it will be,
As long as I mostly succeed,
And then will I become a better person?
I need a reason to nurture this seed.
And it's alright,
It's not important in the end,
What's really important is what's really real,
Though, if I figure that out, I don't know when.
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