Trepidation

I have lived long enough not to ask questions

to which there are no answers -

I have lived long enough not to ask questions

whose answers I do not want to hear -

I live in fear of empty places

at the end of a journey -

I live in fear of darkness

beyond the curve of a lonely road -

I live in fear of silences

so deep and filled with menace

Where the only sound that reaches me

is the frantic beating of my heart.

I have lived long enough to know

that happiness is an illusion

And yet I live in fear of never finding it -

Even though I know it is a dream I pursue.