Poem for the hopeful souls out there

I'm getting old, I'm getting tired.
Wondering of its to late to make a change
scared of that possibility and that it will become my future.
Why am I not doing anything to stop it? what could i do?
I know what doors should be unlocked, but i don't have the keys
Time is ticking away from me, slowly limiting my chances for making it

The pressure of not doing it is growing for each second
I can feel it deep down in me,
Its consuming my confidence and hope for being able to do it.
Will it become the truth, my ultimate future? Only time can tell,
because I'm just to tired, old and scared to make it on my own.

But the hope is still there, for a happy end
and still its not to late.
At least i hope that.