Tomorrow.

New road,
journey
beginnings

when the curtain
opens and
I'm not there.

I must
build
my own stage.

I'll buy the wood
nails
hang the lights.

When I
set the risers
and line the seats

Will you be there?
More
importantly,

Will I?

Let the sounds
of my soul
jangle

Like the
Edge
on a fret?

Must crack
open
my ribcage

Share my
beating heart
before it loses

the song.