almost late warning

seasons passing

through my eyes

crying about the time

that never happened

or maybe imagined

in our distant minds

am i asking

if i'm still mine

or somebody else stole me

from myself

please give me back

and i can just borrow my body

leaving a little bit of my spirit

inside me

respect what i have to offer

let's feel the freedom often

don't put me in a cage

i was born to be a book

full of incomplete spaces

page after page