I'm not sure anymore
Why would I be?
How could I be?
What is and what isn't
What can and can not

What am I?
What will I ever be?
The future sneaks like an unwanted chill into the mind and burrows in deep
What is it?
What will it be?

Perhaps the future is closer than expected when looking down the barrel or along a braided rope.
Who knows?
You can predict and hope
But can anything actually come of it?
Questions
Questions
When there is nothing else there will always be questions
And with questions comes the desire to answer them
Some can be
Some can't

Right now, all we can try to do is
Dream