• willgate 6w

    The Unknown

    Battling anxiety fits
    Questioning my self worth
    Unknowing to myself
    Everything has a forth

    Directing to my destination
    Weary of the source
    Like a stage run happening
    Repetition in the source

    My road is split
    Backwoods in autumn nights
    The moon shines down on me
    Beaming off of the lights

    The unknown is troublesome
    You can certainly make that bet
    The best things come to you
    When you make that one step

    20 October 2020