The Trepidation of Moving On

My trepidation takes me by surprise
I’ve never been afraid of going home
I understand that no one’s told me lies
But meanings have been buried in some tome
I almost died; my life became surreal
It’s like a story no one’s ever told
And yet I write whatever words I feel
Regardless of the fact, my words are bold
It isn’t like I’m stupid or a fool
It’s just that I don’t understand my brain
I try my best to live the golden rule
But I’m afraid I might have gone insane!
Intrepidly, I’ll live my life this time
And finish with a couplet’s perfect rhyme.

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