Why do I think it is the end of the world?
When it is certainly not the case
Negative things engulf me in despair
But soon a few positive rays shows me a new path
Worried for things I know don’t exist
The mere thought of their existence
Shakes my soul and aches my heart
And my world seems to fall apart
Pray to god and have my faith
Still scared, what if it breaks?
Will the past repeat itself?
Or a new dawn of future awaits
All hopes and dreams give me strength
Fears of my past haunts me then
What if I fail to preserve it?
Will I spend the eternity deprived of it?