To glide above mountains sharing lonely midnight,
As the moon moans softly through churning clouds of ash and soot.
Boldly through the light – another city, far, far away.
A chance to find my dreams, live in worlds of my design.
Dreams- yes, need to find my dreams.
Brush away cobwebs of faded memories-seeking jewels among nuggets of cynicism -if I need them.
All my energy for now
To pour myself into Moving.
Moving day –
Sword of Damocles creeping up on me.
A future is narrow, wide and deep.
Crossing into it with fear and excitement and –
All the feels I tell you.
All of them.
It is a step in the right direction,
Over the cliff of time.
Into the future we go,
A chance to live-
Live happily ever after if I’m falling
When My Worlds Collide 