Where will I be
When all these insecurities 
No longer dread on me
When the creases between my brow
Are more pronounced
But I don’t care as much
as I do now.

Where will I be?

When my body becomes my barrier,
When the aches are more
Than just the undone
When unknown paths
My feet wanted traveled
We’re left still graveled 
Where will I be?

If time is kind
And I’m not destined
for an early goodbye.
Will the younger days
Be glazed in stars
Galaxies of times I followed my heart

Where will I be?

I can not silence insecurities.
Can not prevent my mind
From tripping my feet.
I can only hold on
To where
I’ll be.