Memories of the Future

If I ever lay in a deathbed built upon too much caffeine and lack of sleep

The words from my lips will reflect the images of a past

Seen through a sunglasses in the summer sun

Fearing the heat of the truth will burn me in my last days

But these memories from a mother’s foresight

Will not blur my thoughts of glory against reality

Not after seeing the length of my arms

Penetrate the atmosphere of an earth they imprisoned us with.

Perhaps it hate, pride or indifference

That rather than throw it, I’d risk my life instead

See for myself the horizon they covered by their mountains

Forests hiding lies, fears and weakness

Whatever the end, these are eyes exposed

And these things I’ve found cannot be ignored

Hoping that in defeat, these words I won’t forget

I can only steel myself with lack of regret