We all worry about the future we haven't seen or experienced yet and the ordeals it brings with it,so here's my little creation in a poetic form so everyone or anyone that feels unsure can feel heard and seen through this poem. I hope you all enjoy this poem ✨


Perhaps,
I'm too young to worry about what's to come,
And too old not to worry about what's to come,
There's a future that's faceless for now,
Without a carriage of burden of the things I don't do now,
It's like everyone around me has figured out how,
To live in this world and have a vow,
The bird without an aim is destined to die,
But death's to come whether or not I survive,
It sickens me and worries me,
What will I do?
Am I doing enough?
Will it be enough?
Days on days, I count my days,
Perhaps tomorrow I'll have an answer,
In the...