It's ok
On days like these
When premonitions fill me with dread
It's ok
The need to run is so great it blinds
Always searching desert sands
For buried treasure
This burning inability to be happy
Or content
I know your future is great
I know it
Can feel it in my bones
I am lost
Like my country
My generation
Hopelessly flailing in deep water
Waiting for the sharks
I hope these words find you well
These words
Do you read them
Will you read them
Who will read them
Am I gasping last breaths to no one
I can't tell anymore if those are mermaids hands
Or sharks teeth
brushing against my calf
