I doubt my choices; yet I am too young to feel regret.
I hear the echo of too many voices and forget
to trust my own and what its truth may be.
It’s fear that speaks in me of “never”, “nowhere”, “nobody”.
I am too young to feel regret; I have yet ways to go.
Time tails my every step, a constant threat, a debt I owe
myself – an obligation undeclared,
impossible to pay then, even if I dared
to try this last potential path that comes to mind,
eyes closed to this worst risk of all – that I won’t find
an open door to reach this one remaining thought,
blind to the right road that persists unknown, and hence, unsought.