Sleep doesn’t come to those who wait
My mind is restless and overwhelmed
Heat rising from my skin where the sun has left its touch
Eyes straining to see, a sign I should invest in quality sunglasses
"Future future future
What else is there?
What will you do?
Where will you go?”
The real question, I always feel but fail to respond with is, “Who will I be?”
The answer is, me.
My hair may grow, interests change
Finance increase and new conversations engage
But I will still be me
Tall, brown eyed me
Can you hold me to that?