What has become of me
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.