Sometimes I wish I could trace the future ahead of me; To be able to worry less
for what is coming to me.

I worry I may not make it,
I worry I don't satisfy my needs,
I worry I'll never be truly eased. 

But I must keep fighting
for what I want.
I must be stronger as days pass by.
People depend on me,
As I depend on my reasons to fight on. 

—N O T V A N T E