What. Will. Happen. To. You. And. I.
Will I do what I always do, what I’m so used to doing?
Will I be different, courageous?
Will I see the reigns are not–no matter how much they felt like it– in my hands?
Will I allow us to evolve without trying to control, manipulate the end results?
Will I let it, let us lie–free of my tight grasp that I keep saying is in the name of love?
Will I–
will
I
to act without my need to hold you tight
Will
I
let go and feel the breeze of next
Will
I.
