I count the planes as they go by
They change the aspect of my sky
I missed them when they were grounded
I missed the way they sounded

I’m not ok and I’m not fine
I’m not obliged to tell you why
I’m stupefied and confounded
No longer wish to be candid

Ten years from now
Will we forget the here and now
The present tense

Ten years from now
Has something landed here somehow
From another place

The world it turns, the days go by
Existence requires an alibi
I’m useless and frustrated
Lost the will to be updated

I interact resentfully
And smile automatically
Almost everything has changed
I’d like to withdraw and disengage
And run away

Ten years from now
I hope you remember me somehow
And all I am

Ten years from now
Having survived all this somehow
What will remain?

I comprehend all that’s transpired
That’s left me broken and uninspired
Should try to philosophise
Be more Bourdain and less contrite

I wish for time of my design
Removing the anvils of this life
Long have those ways departed
Long are those ways forgotten
Long have those ways forgotten me

Ten years from now
Will we forget the here and now
The present tense

Ten years from now
Has something landed here somehow
From another place

Ten years from now
Having survived all this somehow
What will remain

Ten years from now
Will you remember me somehow
Remember who I am