Train of thought

All at once,
everything goes quiet
and in those loud, loud moments,
you begin to feel tied down.
The thoughts that scare you,
seem so proud, and true,
but in reality, there’s not much that we can do.

But I can shout and make my voice
as loud as it goes,
till someone hears my cry,
and finds my heart
embedded in gold
and the finer arts
that really show
how I see myself.

20 years from now, where will I be?
20 years from now, am I still listening to songs on repeat?
Am I downing coffee?
Have I got the same dream?
Does it still feel scary?
20 years from now, am I still able to scream?