Right?

I try to see my future,
right?
Because I’m this
real,
live
person
who has one
and should plan it
or at least see it,
right?
So I try.
I close my eyes,
tighter and tighter,
until my eyes are fire
and my teeth are numb,
but I can’t see it,
not really,
and it’s all
haze and gray,
and these minutes
in front
are far too long
to be so shadowed.
I know what I’m
supposed to see,
but why can’t I SEE it?
It would be just like now,
shrouded in
uncertainty
and silence
and irresponsibility.
And I know
it would never be
that phoenix rising
again and again,
its white-hot wings
burning
through the darkness.
It would never be love
the way love
was meant to be.
But the grass
isn’t always greener,
right?

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