They want me to be prepared For the future that is near, But the truth is I am scared Because mine is unclear. Now, I lay here in my bed, My worries slowly eating me. So many questions in my head About how my future will be. Will my dreams come true? Will I find a house to call my own? Will I find someone to turn to, Or will I be forever alone? These questions I ponder, And so many more. Yet, still, my heart grows fonder, To the mystery my future has in store.