• What will you look like
    when the seasons change
    and the weight of the world
    leaves a map on your face?
    Of every right and wrong road
    you ever walked, every sweet
    or sour word you ever talked.

    Just eighteen with the world
    and my feet a bare at the sign
    that screams out FUTURE
    just ten short miles away.
    Time is the enemy and I conquer
    every fear I have ever pondered
    with this ability to leave my mark
    and freeze the girl who writes with art.

    I'm putting you, me,
    into a time capsule,
    and I'm leaving you to rest.