Sense in the Present

It made sense in the present,

I'd tried and now I'm scared.

It is not even a bump on the road,

Just a pothole that I saw,

Trying to continue driving is proving daunting,

Because I can almost predict,

But is this a valid response?

Or my fears manifesting their ghosts?

The wraiths that walk on this path,

Making the movies a fairyland.