To say that I was scared was fine
After all it was only a matter of time
Sooner or later I would have to leave home
To be on my own to ponder and roam

At first the thought filled me with dread
The idea of coming back to an unfamiliar bed
But I took the first step that led me away
Sometimes I look back still to this day

But here I stand years from then
These hands of mine that hold this pen
They are not the same I have to say
The years have changed me in many a way

I look back on all the mistakes I’ve made
The things I’ve lost and the debts I’ve paid
But would I change it if I had the chance?
Maybe I would looking at a glance

Then I think of all the things I’ve done
The days of work and nights of fun
Those I’ve met and those who’ve left
I think I’d feel quite bereft,
Knowing that it turned out any other way.

I try to write.
But the void in between
The words and the dream
Seem obscene to my imprisoned mind.

Their distance from each other
Like the enormity of space.
But as theory says, if time can bend...

...then that explains the moments of clarity.

This was always going to end
Even from the first moment I met you,
I knew exactly where I would leave you.

I told myself this was okay,
To love and to lose and all that crap
Making it easier to fall into the trap
That caught my mind and ensnared my heart.

We were always going to part.
No way around it,
And still I let myself fall.

I say tomorrow is a new beginning,

as today was one as well.

But the minutes have faded into hours

and I make excuses that in the morning things will be different.

I try, I do.

Yet every day it begins again.

And so I say that tomorrow will be different

because I believe so, I do.

But today I’ve written this poem,

that must be worth something to you

Because at least I’ve tried

to show that I feel the same way too.

I am a child of time,

a product of dreams,

a student of life,

a victim of change,

I’m in love with the way the sun lights up the sky in its last act of defiance to the encroaching night,

and I live in fear that one day it will refuse to shine.

I am a confidante to the universe,

a partner to the stars.

I am the name I was given at birth,

and the names I have been given along the way.

I am each and every breath

This introduction being my only way to say,

‘I am me’

and if you say that you know who I am then I bid you to tell,

when I go to sleep, who do I dream of?