Do I even exist, was I ever born?
I'm not the one who knows my own path
I'll rarely know what I want to do
I wither in fear, indecision of life
My spirit is poor
My flaws, fears, end come to wrath
Why should I be so very afraid
When we're all are born equal
Do we each have one task
Or were all of us meant to have full lives
Not crippled by fear, just abundant dreams
I've had decades where all I wanted to do
Is sleep, without dreams, just silence
I lived with no ideas or imagination
No desire to do,
Much less have the courage to ask
