I Do (Not).

Will I one day
Come to stay?

Do I now came to?

I do feel underwater
I did and do know what I crave
Since the very beginning
The waves and no savings are part of the plan of the fates
Of what I am building along the way.
I do not know where I am going
I did not know it is harder
Than it seemed to be.

Because I can not take or hold on
I get tired, crave in the core for more
Of him, her, they, this, you
Not enough lessons to say 'I am grown'
I feel alone, full, missing what I never had.
Because inside, I am human too.
Even the magic happening, this body is not mine.
But the soul, ah, it is like wine.
As I am close to elderness, I carry on.