Ask your questions now
But don’t expect any answers
For you know what I know
And I don’t, what you know not

Confused about which path to take
Don’t be anymore
All of it ends with the same purpose

Don’t stop, don’t look back
It doesn’t matter which road we embark
What matters is that we embark

Are you scared of what lies ahead?
Is it the uncertainties, that frightens you?
Well, not all poems rhyme,
Not all stories follow the typical plot lines
Life is what you make of it
Without knowing what’s going to happen next.

And I'm back here
again
at the intersection of foreign language and familiarity
Choking down gum like a four year old memory
And it's not because my head's been somewhere else lately
but because it gets me thinking
about the difference between loosing you and knowing someone else found you
I keep opening umbrellas inside because I can't seem to get away from all this rain
and I've been in the gutter for longer than my father stayed but when the flood water comes it's not gonna be clear it's gonna look like mud
And it reminds me of being waist deep in an unfamiliar body of water,
trying to sell pieces of my old self back to the new one,
like history doesn't repeat itself
and I wonder if you dream of burning family photos and wearing the ashes as perfume too
Like somehow my inner child isn't gonna drown within you,
like somehow this mess will mean something
Like somehow the fire will end and the sky will stop burning

1292

Yesterday is History,
’Tis so far away—
Yesterday is Poetry—
’Tis Philosophy—

Yesterday is mystery—
Where it is Today
While we shrewdly speculate
Flutter both away