"Where do you see yourself in ten years?" is the kind of question that gives me serious goosebumps. I hate to be reminded that everything will keep changing, and they will in the months to come.

However, the past is also tough to face if you're not confident in your choices. Perhaps you'd rather pretend you've forgotten the bitter parts to move forward with a clear mind, but they still happened (and they will make sure you remember they happened).

This one is for the moments of anxiety that strike back and forth. It's pretty much the same from when I wrote in my head as I walked up the stairs to the apartment, wishing that I could be writing the future out loud instead.

We Don't Talk About Future

We don't talk about future
We don't talk about time
We don't talk about illnesses
Do you want to see me cry?

We don't talk about future
I don't really know why
But when I try to look further
It makes me want to cry

We don’t talk about future
The uncertainties that it hides
Just thinking about it now
I’m on the verge of crying

What am I going to want to be
When I go away and call the place I live my home?
What am I going to want to be
When everything I really wanted to be is gone?

Sometimes the past is scarier
Sometimes it's scarier than time
Because some things you say I said
I'm so quick to deny

Sometimes the things that I forget
Are the things I don’t need to be reminded
Sometimes the things that I forget
Are my way to hide that I wasn’t open-minded

What am I going to want to be
When I go away and call the place I live my home?
What am I going to want to be
When everything I really wanted to be is gone?

What did I want to be
When I wasn’t forced to choose
Before I had to place my bet?
How could I ever try
To retrace it from the beginning
And what holds back the first step?

What am I going to want to be
When I go away and call the place I live my home?
What am I going to want to be
When everything I really wanted to be is gone?

What am I going to be
When I go away and call the place I live my home?
What am I going to be?
When the only safe bet is someday I’m gonna be gone