Facing truths I may not want to hear.
So many worries & so much fear.
What to do; if the cost is my mind.
How to follow new roads & their wind.
Maybe the trial ahead isn’t long.
Maybe it will drag out on & on.
Perhaps it’s not as bad as all that.
Perhaps what I need’s a chemist’s hack.
In any case, I will persevere.
Fading like starlight with each light year.

