I lay awake at night,
and as the night swallows my senses.
I can not sleep.
yet so awake.
The future looms, demanding to hear my answer,
and I can not give it one.
I am lost in the ocean of night,
weeping as shadow overtakes the light.
So many doors, I can't choose.
So many paths, I can't decide.
Yet the journey's ultimate end is clear,
and I am afraid.
But time moves on, and I am dragged ever closer.
Too tired to struggle,
Too lost to decide,
I await as fate rolls the dice.
And then it is morning.