Uncharted Lands - The Riot Before

The coffee spilled, an unsteady table

Drying ring that gets darker at the edge

The sleep that lingers long in my red eyes

Creases from my bed

Still mapped along my arms and stubbled face

Contrasting sharply with the rest of the room

Where mothers sit with children

Businessmen eat lunch dressed in suits

I exhale an ellipses and a question mark

The things I have to say

The assurance this will work

The shadows of doubt start to swell into an audible cry

«You need to leave from edge of the uncharted lands

The dark spots on maps where no person has ever been

Just give up, go back to California

Go back to where you lived»

But I won’t go home

All the second thoughts the minute decisions

In the hours we will never recall

The days we thought our weakness unconquerable

The nights too long

But a month can find a change in position

Sometimes a year is what it takes to realize

All the forward flailing found a foundation

A purpose in time

If I leave from the edge of the uncharted lands

Those dark spots on the map where I was hoping I could stand

Just give up, go back to California

Well what happens then

I’ll keep heading towards the edge of the uncharted lands

Those dark spots on the maps where no cartographer has been

Won’t give up and go back to California, this is where I live

I am home