i thought and i wrote

but it never came to me

i was writing about my hopes

how do i look at my dreams?

the words, they're right there, on paper

no, it's too late to come back to it later

so i stared at them, right at them

but now i had more questions

well, 

atleast i was afraid

afraid enough to feel a push

a push away from taint

atleast these hopes & dreams were staring me in the face