my future is that of fragility
one never center, one never set
i wish for schooling for a decade, as strange as it may be
because knowledge is my weapon and i will always wish to sharpen it
then to be the teacher of those after of me of the weapon i have known
because they love it as much as i do and wish to discover it more
i wish to travel the world and study the oldest parts of the world and its people
i wish to know, to smell, to taste, to understand the history there
i wish to be there, to just be there and learn, for weeks and years on end
i wish to live with the one i love
never settle, because i am a restless spirit who hates to be tied down by anyone or anything
but to enjoy each other and the lives we have after so long
someday, i hope i can teach that of my own flesh and blood
to defeat my deep set fears and create life in the form of body, not words
and that they may become great, the best they can ever be
and sometime, someday, when my journey of future has ended
i will die on my land which has held me
of prairie grasses and pine trees
and there i will become the old trees and the rustling of nature's fields
a poet's confessional 