My mind trips
Trickling with fears
The fickle traps of what-if nears
Homes, jobs, friends, and love interests
Worried I will find myself at a loss
Then these uncertainties go from foreboding gray skies
So much unknown
To a colored prism of possibilities
Places I may travel
Did you know I hate working in restaurants?
Did you know I can’t handle living with parents?
Did you know I freefall with my mind sometimes?
Maybe tomorrow is a kaleidoscope
And I could wake up
With branches that could grow
North, west, east and south
Taking of the sunglass shades of stuck and uncertain
To make all the gray okay.