Kel's eyes are like a road,

looking into the distance, but not

quite seeing the future.

Though as I sit here

in El Paso, my present

is tainted green with

a hint of worry.

The sky glows dark

as my mouth burns cold

with the heat of unsaid words.

Roger's snores fill the musty

air with ideas no one else 

will understand, yet since

I'm 16E I'm supposed to

comprehend a language

that has never been spoken.

A girl who's flown ocean over ocean

only searches for the right place

to land.

Where waterfalls sing,

and she wakes up knowing

that today will be something special.

Keine Ahnung she'll say to

whoever appears flabbergasted 

by her lack of plans, ut

long list of now.

She'll climb on her mountain and yell,

To you my future my smell crazed,

but to me my future stands in the distance

with the now telling me to wait.