I am just quiet 

like faraway wind

like a fluttering leaf

like darkness in the night

 

 

I am full of self-doubts

inside my head

chaos does its rounds

and all systems breaks down

 

 

I am never here 

I am always there

never can be near

to live in the bliss of the moment, it is rare

 

 

I am in fear

to hope for a key to open the door

to hope to stumble on to a simple road

to a happy future at the end

I cannot see

it.