future
carry my heart in a basket
and don't lose it
see it's large but heavy
it may become quite levy
i've not given it out
and please be quiet
to me a whisper maybe a shout
from my brain causing a riot
so to you the future,
please coddle me
give me proper suture
don't throttle me.
give space
but give me warmth
let me have my pace
let me move forth.
