the light is fading

it is dark at night 

not the type of dark 
i may envy 

the type that frightens me 

the unknowing of the present 

yet also the past and the future 

what is to come 

what is to come of me? 

what is to come of me 

as i sit here and waste away 

knowing i cannot be better 

than my parents' greatest mistakes 

but still i hold close 

what i know i can't achieve 

because one day 

i will 

i will be something 

and as i sit under the darkness of night 

feel the uncertainty creep 

along me

i am at peace 

for once 

knowing tomorrow will 

be different 

from today