I am afraid,
not of monsters or demons,

Instead I'm afraid of tommorrow,
I'm afraid of next week, next month, next year.

Fast forward and,
Where will I be then?
Will I be able to hold in my hands what I dream?

I dream to be a film maker,
I want the audience to see a sketch of my soul, of my mind, of my style.

Expression of self,, is what keeps me from the brink of insanity.

When I was a kid,
I locked myself up, no one to speak to,
no one who cared, or to care for.

But when I grew up,
a key, made of time,
unlocked a different me.

I guess this is why I the feel passion that I feel.

to not need to eat, or sleep,
when I make, edit and create film,

I strive to be seen, I strive to express!

All in time though,

but for now,
I guess,
I'll just be afraid.

I now see my hands in a different light,
When they grasp,
steal chains turn to ropes of sand
dreams and promises fall apart
No power I have of my own.

All through Jesus, my heavenly savior.