Fear of the Unknown

It’s scary when you think about it now,

You think you know,

Until you don’t.

And when you find out you don’t,

Questions amass from the down low,

Constant repetition of mental blows.

Just go with the flow,

But what when the flow becomes stuck?

What then?

Do you wish for the best?

Or do you put your conspiracy theories to the test?

You think the potential is a waste of time,

But how would you know when it’s not yet at its prime?

Will you give up?

When someone asks, “What’s up?”

Will you ask for help?

Or continue your yelps?

Internal struggles with the unknown,

All alone on your own?