Where will we go

In all honesty, I don't know if I'm gonna be alright. Whether we'll reach the end that we've pictured it all to be. I don't know if we'll make it through, intact and grounded. I promise still, to stay collected. I promise to know that I'll make life work whether the picture we've painted comes to life or not. I don't think I have a choice on whether I could make life work out or not but if I could choose, I  wouldn't choose to exist in a world like this, I'd have ended it all that faithful night while dashing across the road in the dark of night. I don't know, I really don't and this saddens me to no end. Still, time waits for no men and life will carry on, regardless of any happenings.