I don’t know what the future holds
don’t tickle my tongue
if I knew I would run,
I would run now, over the swampy earth
with no rear mirror.
Don’t ask me what I am about to be
I don’t look I don’t search
I don’t see
I feel rain
rain is pouring over me.
I inhale, exhale, believe
and come back to be the original me.
Hope is not a remedy and once it gets me I will flee
for if I grasp the idea
that what I dream has a way to live
live, breathe, believe
If I give birth to hope, and start to see what is ahead of me
oh you who ask me this
I will disappear
and show you my soul and scars
I don’t miss.