What is to Come

Deep down in the pit of my soul,
There is a fear of what I do not know.
New year, New beginning. It's what they all say,
But the fear of what is to come, I cannot push away.
Thrusted further into the future with every step.
I do not want to know the secrets that time has so quietly kept.
Tucked away only exposing pieces like a mystery I don't want to solve.
I do not want to know the answer! I don't want to see this evolve!
My peace is disturbed. Life is uncertain.
Please, I beg of you.  Keep what you have hidden behind the curtain.
But, the sun continues to rise only to be chased by the moon;
While hopes and dreams of a peaceful future are gently strewn;
Across the fields like a dandelion blowing in the wind.
While it is beautiful for a moment, the destruction - you cannot mend.
Cautiously, silently, I continue to move ahead.
Praying peace will come to the future I currently dread.