"Maps"

My past is a distant country
deported and never to return
the present is not part of my future
this time is now and in my hands.

I draw a map of things
based on what i have loved
and what i have feared
what i lost and what i found
what i picked up and what i put down.

I tattoo the maps to my body
a reminder that i can
only move forward
and never move back.

My future is anouther planet
the stars my destination
i am a spaceman
blast off from desperation.

A light orders me forward
the passport remains locked in the draw
the past was never part of the future
the present remains in my hands.

Draw a map of what i could be
the things i do and the things i will see
escape the chains of the past
escape, so the future becomes free.