i'm indecisive.

except, not really.
i know exactly what i want.
i just can't voice it.
i won't let myself think it.

because once i think it,
there's hope.
when there's hope,
prepare for disaster.

or at least that's what i tell myself.
because it's never been proven wrong.
my greatest fears will never be spoken aloud.
that means they will never happen.

if your worst fears don't happen,
can you really say you've lived?
can you really live fully awake?
life is made to be lived, but...

but what is living, really,
except conquering your fears?