It's almost time.

By now I should've known where I was meant to be.
By now, I should've been there.
Wherever /there/ is.

I'm supposed to be living my dream, rather than looking at the blue prints.
By now, I should've been making new mistakes.

I was supposed to be done with wandering and questioning and desiring things of this world.
By now, I should've been soaring.

The question, "what am I doing?"
By now, shouldn't even be a thought.
I'm supposed to have a calendar flooded with plans.

Whatever plans are.

By now, I should've been...
Somewhere else.

Wherever that elsewhere is.
Whatever it is, I should've been doing.
By now, I should've been there.

But maybe,

I wanted to thank you
for being everything
to me whenever
I had nothing to
call my own.

You didn't just
get me out of a "rut."

You saved me
from the empty,
soulless shell in which
I was about to
become.

I still have
a
cigarette burn on my
chest from the
time
you told me
how it
feels to love me

Even though my heart has been covered in dirt,
My spirit is full of sky.