Eradicated thoughts

So many names,
So many faces.
Too many dreams,
So many places.
Life is moving fast,
And I'm afraid
I'm not fast enough.

Under the garments of doubts,
This truth will be revealed.
Everything I know,
Will hang in the balance,
Teetering on success and failure.
Or will the wind carry my chances away?
Will I go down as just another statistic?

The structure of my idealistic firmament,
Will faulter to black skies
Of a tormented, tangled mind.
Explosions won't even lead me to see.
I grow weary of these games,
To evaporate to nothing,
Would be bliss eternal.