i'm worried about the past:
will people still see me
when they listen up
and hear how i used to be?
probably not. just my luck.
but maybe they will see
not what i used to be...
but imperfect, clumsy, little ol' me.
i'm worried about the present:
will i see another day?
oh no! cant turn back!
i didn't look both ways
before stepping off life's track...
and so i pray
for yet another day
hoping to gain something i lack.

i'm worried about the future:
will life accept me?
or will it chew me up and spit me out?
i really want to see
what life's all about.
i wonder if life will make me crazy...
will i have to strive to survive?
will i scream and shout?
demanding life
to let me out?

i hope not...
i want to live!
actually, the only hope i got
is that life will forgive.