I sense a change of heart
mixed with the submission of pride and fear;
fading scars to the tune of time leaving with no despair.
Counting my steps backwards and sideways,
losing tack of something of unnamed importance.
This is my life, so Life decreed.
I must learn the song well,
frontwards and backwards.
To give names to unnameable things,
to resist the thought of resisting dreams of you,
to know when to move, and to know when to stand still.