Tomorrow cannot be told

Futile emotions caress my being
as naked choices stare at me,
And once again I see ten years
lived in accordance with fear
I cannot replace doubts
they seem to linger around
I see them win
And I see fear triumph
Merely as a spectator I watch,
the thoughts I was in control of
When a hundred mirrors shatter
the broken pieces dont matter
But if you walk on them with naked feet
there will be blood and cuts will be deep
When enslaved by skepticism
and the unborn sense of realisation
the familiar uncertainty takes its toll,
Try, if you may, but tomorrow cannot be told.