I feel the need to be more than I am now.
A need to be who I should be, yet I could not be as of now.
I see the need to be what I can be, and yet my vision goes blurry.
I am here to be all that I will be, yet I still do not see the need to be me.
I sense the future and I see the past but what’s in front of me is an empty glass.
The time of thirst has come and will not pass and has left me with this yearning grasp.
I’m lost at sea in a burnt out place searching for a forgotten grace.