lost

The dream is over

I do not believe anymore

I do not conceive

I can become anything

I can become nothing

I became something

It was not what I wanted

Yet I do not know what it is I want

So how can I know where to go from here?

How can I go forward if I do not know which way I am facing?

I do still believe

I believe in me

I am just afraid

Afraid of what I do not know

I am afraid at this very moment

As I write this line

That at a quarter to nine

I will still not arrive

At the reason of why I am even alive