Pieces of the future lie like weather on your face, sometimes I think of how it was before. Sometimes I’m overtaken by the wave that brings the change, that flavor of the mouth against the shore. And it stretches my skin when I try to predict everything. I try to see the nighttime from the day. We’ve all taken measures to protect what we prefer and hoarded those we’ve loved along the way.// So, I went to sleep in hopes I’d wake up and be strong, behind my lids would change what needed change. And it stretches my skin when I try to make you everything. I try to squeeze the nighttime from the day.// I hope you taste what I am not. Hope you eat all that you want. Hope that we don’t close our eyes or look away. There’s years beneath our feet and I still flinch when you flash your teeth. Baby, we have choice but can’t choose not to change. Cuz you’re bigger than me and I won’t be the wind and the sky and the sea but it’s not about what we say it’s about what we believe.// It’s not about dodging rain cuz we’re gonna get wet either way. So let go like weather, what’s better than more of the same? Let go like weather, a tether won’t hold back a name.