I remember swimming When I was five I didn’t worry My past is like a sky full of stars Hopeful, bright, clear My vision blurred When I was ten I was learning Nothing is clear
I remember eighth grade I questioned the constellations My parents remember silence But I remember violence I wish I couldn’t remember eighth grade There are no constellations
I am space dust I am weak I am limited I am small I am clueless
I want success I expect the universe The future is like a black hole Mysterious, engulfing, suffocating I feel that I’ll be swallowed up Choking to death I think I’ll die this way Breathless, hopeless, flightless