what will happen

I am afraid of

what will happen

every day of my life

I speak in silence

like Charlie Chaplin

my words never come out right

but I keep on going

never knowing

just what will be

all I know is

whatever happens

will be happening to me

I wake each morning

to the fear

that today will be the day

that sudden darkness

is drawing near

and I can't run away

but I keep on moving

never improving

trying hard to hide

all I know is

whatever happens

I'll see it from the inside

          so what can I do?

          you just keep trying

          always denying

          the movement of days

          so what do I see?

          all of my somethings

          returning to nothing

          and there's not much left to say

I am afraid of

what will happen

every day that I've alive

toes keep the tempo

fingers snapping

but still hope is denied

but I keep on dreaming

planning and scheming

that someday I'll make it out

all I know is

whatever happens

is something to be without