in high school
    i wrote my obituary.
i was certain i wouldn't make it
                        past age eighteen.
i figured                                          
since my future was so clouded,
                 it was not invisible;
               it was nonexistent.
it seemed                                        
others could look ahead to their dreams,
                                                    but not me.
i figured                                          
it would be some freak accident.
a car crash
or a robbery.
don't ask me why.
that's just what i thought.

                    but here I am
          almost twenty.
look at me now.
my future is still uncertain,                      
          and i don't know where my path will lead,
                               but i know for sure
that i want your footsteps to mark the dirt next to mine.
i can't quite see in the dark,                  
and i'm still finding my way.
but if the only definite thing for me right now
                    at the end
                             is you,
                                                  i am content.