Sentry

The awkward night eats away at the dawning day. Silence.
The hollow winds blow through the slit in the window.
The chill of the night doesn't shake me,
the prospect of the coming morning makes me tremble.
My future, my potential;
All is wrapped into a simple action. A test of my competence and intelligence.
I don't know what is unknown to me.
I will never be able to prepare what I am unprepared for.