Before I forget...or is it a Second thought...

For some reason I feel the need to add another post tonight...

Many questions I have are unasked
Maybe I'm afraid of the answers
The truth they hold hostage under propaganda that I can see through
Why am I tentative to proceed through the doors that hold the keys
Unlocking treasures or pandora's box...riches or curses
Now I'm a strong man by many perceptions...yet I still have these questions
Confession sessions that hang in the balance like November elections
Cause I know once I ask...My heart undoubtly will be on display
By popular demand...to my dismay
Or would it...or could it be fear and aneixity lurking about
In the deepest corners of thoughts causing doubt
Complexity covers my simplest wants, desires, and moods
Viewed rigid, cold, and sometimes rude
Worn like protection...but from what???
Now that's a good ass question...from what I ask myself
Success...wealth...companionship...love
Afraid of failure...poverity...lonliness...rejection
I think it's more a fear of loss that has me hesitant to ask...
Attempting not too get gased from my few gains in life
Humbled by the many pains and strife
A never end cycle that gets a bit vicious with every rotation
Overanalyzing I seem to do
So if I have an inquizitive look about me...be patient, I'll ask you