Qualia

The only thing I fear for my future,

Is living in regret.

I don’t want the strings to break on my suture,

Or my heart to live in debt.

I wonder if my kids will still love me,

Even when I’m frail and mean.

Or will they want to be free of me?

Because I’m no longer the queen they see,

Let alone a human being.

I fear my husband dying before me,

And I live my life alone.

Will the pain ever just feel like a bee sting,

Or the pain of a flower being blown. 

I wonder if I’ll have enough money

To still live in my home.

Or will my funds hop away like a bunny?

Leading me to prison,

To sleep on beds shaped like a chrome.

The future is scary, 

But I’m excited to see.

In my future I’ll live like a fairy,

And have the worries of a flea.