You

I hate to admit this, but it is biting me bad.

I don’t know what caused this.

I guess it is knowing the unknown.

Fearing to be left behind, once again.

What is the force that binds the stars?

I wore this mask to hide my scars.

What is the power that pulls the tide?

Never could find a place to hide.

What moves the Earth around the sun?

What could I do but run and run and run?

Afraid to fail.

A mast without a sail.