What are you most worried about for the future?
I yearn for what seems innate in others’ souls,
To tread a path with courage, profound and bold,
That resolute spirit, birthed from desperate air,
When all options vanish, with no returning stair.
Though a flicker of a retreat I do perceive,
A transparent road, beckoning, I believe,
Guiding me to the beginning, where I depart,
As if destined to mold my existence from the very start.