I fear what will become of me.

My unstable hands hold something small with large meaning.

Pride, my shameless friend.

 

I fear what will become of me.

My unstable heart drags down as my feet drag forward.

Anxiety, my old dearest friend.

 

I fear what has become of me.

My idol hands make haste against any surface.

Patience, my new acquaintance.

 

I feared what would become of me.

My age now being more than a number.

Modesty, my newest virtue.

 

I feared what would become of me.

My time no longer a trinket.

Self-esteem, my newest goal.

 

I feared what would become of me.

My wants begin to correlate with needs.

Maturity, my newest friend.

 

I feared what has become of me.

My eyes that can see the price allow my mind to conceive it.

Confidence, my newest journey,

 

I no longer fears what will become of me.

My time has shown itself to be, well used.

Future, my newest enigma.