Edge of panic.
On the edge of being manic.
On the edge of feeling ok again,
of feeling ecstatic.
I'm so excited,
and I'm so afraid.
Because the future's a mystery,
and it's on it's way.
It's moving towards me.
I don't know how to brace.
All I know is to remember,
with the future comes change,
and change means a chance,
to finally turn the page.
It means opportunity.
It means choice.
On the edge of madness and uncertainty.
One the edge of happiness and growth.
Either way imbalance is mandatory.
Which way will I teter?
Which way will I fall?
Where will I land,
at the end of it all?
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Comments1
Anxiety is a terrible enemy and hard to fight. It would be nice if it were a choice. Nicely written
Thank you as always, Soren -
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