25

Walking through 25 as the grim reaper  peeks within the shadows.
He's creeping at my door and I wonder does he know?
It's this fear that this maybe half my life.
Does he see the torment in my eyes as my dreams can't seem to multiply?  Both of my parents died at 50 you see, so at times I wonder if the same fate belongs to me.
Constantly trying to grasp my dreams & at times they feel just out of my reach.
I can barely breath, the dream's haunting me.
Count to 5. Feel alive.
Don't want failure to greet me so I try.
I try and try, but still wonder why I can't seem to fly.
The momentum' s beneath my wings, so there's nothing left than to succeed.