I sometimes feel so much
Terrified of the outcome
The bursts of emotion to come
Afraid of sacrifice
When done for the wrong reasons
Changing of the seasons
Reminiscing too much
Fuck, oh fuck
Why did I drink so much
Signs of something new
Hopefully pure, a cure
For the pain and heartache
With blonde hair and laughing
Signs of maturing
Into truth
What will become of this?
I do not know
But I am closer to home
Than I’ve ever been
Dear Son, sink into me
Become me
Hold me close
So much so
I now know
What will become of this
Ian Altosaar
