I know I won’t succeed,
But I can say with confidence I will fail.
I do not know the news of heaven or hell,
Will have to wait to know.
Truly I do startle,
How do I meet the truth after death?
I can’t sit still with my eyes closed,
Matter of fact I am frightened and realistic.
There is no security despite knowing who is who,
So better be alone than being in the wrong crowd!