Uncertainty

Flowers are blooming and later wilting.

There is an uncertainty hidden in one's soul.

By next year, will it be shining?

Or it won't even reach its goal?

Glow and blow,

confidence and uncertainty.

I've been kept in a cell down below,

Which splits into stars and shadows.

I want to be set free of my anxieties.

Will I fail, will I succeed?

It's still unknown just as our future.

I want to be freed from my chains,

Which would let me run in a colorful field knowingly,

That flowers are just blooming.

Somogyi Virág   XII. R