This Journey

I'm thinking quietly
there's nothing in this noise
I couldn't ask for
places I've been
they're not calling out to me
this isn't where I should be

We've carried nights
it's not up to us to not know
weightless, there isn't anything left
we don't find ourselves—
on the street,

On a journey
the morning sun
on our back,
in our eyes—
dreams,
crumble

As we walk in
with questions,
no doubts
in the dark
nothing's clear,
our night
stand for who we once were
we're not ready, nor young,
everything to fear
but we will survive