future

untied i will sweep home
deeper i will go
in the center of my life
i will not wash away
very far from here
walking and singing
right next to me
walking and singing
empty i will go in
black eyes watch from
the surf
talking i will descend
without wires
i will not be a guest
i will not be beloved
but far down
i will not wash away
many lovely forests
cold and hot clear water
black eyes watch from the surf
i am going forward