Fear

The day starts with a fear
will I be good today or bad
I try to stop the tear
that makes the soul sad

Why a sudden loss of control
the determination drained almost
I wish there was a police patrol
that would monitor my lost

They say I have become old
to know what I ought to do
yet unknow to them i'm sold
to my impluses, restlessness and so

I know am not that bad
but I am not to my very best
It is that constant gap that i dread
for I see the expectations in the rest

The day starts with the fear so known
Will myself again be disowned?