Tears and fears for the ides of March

[neo_silentchaos]

Last Friday, I pulled a stunt that may seem laughable.
As of now, I'm in unknown territory.
I just feel to uneasy, that's all.
Yet, try as I might, I can't even let the tears fall...
...even for the ides for March.

I weep not to Caesar, and I can't weep for myself...
They say crying can help ease burdens, but I'm burdened trying to cry.

The ides of March isn't over yet... and I have yet to be stabbed by Brutus.
Yes, it isn't over. All my woes can never drag me underneath this earth.

I shall never surrender as long as the sun rises in the east.
There may not be tears, but there still are fears.
Fears are ment to be overcome, and I shall overcome them.
But I just can't help thinking that I walk alone.

I don't want to be alone.
It's that simple.
Yet I am.
Alone.
Lone.
One.

I'll just bank on my hope that the winds will change today.
I will make it blow towards my destination.

I will.