In ten years time where will I be?

Sat at home? Or on the sea?

I wonder just how far I’ll go?

As far as town? Or Mexico?

Anxiety does keep me home,

I do prefer to be alone,

I don’t like going very far,

Fear has really left a scar

Home is where I like to stay,

I really should just go one day,

Something stops me, something holds,

I make excuses- plans and colds

Maybe I can work from home,

Something I can do alone,

Make some art or write a book,

Lose some weight or learn to cook

Ten long years, what will I do?

Will I have a huge breakthrough?

Will I see the world around?

Or still be here, and still housebound?

In ten years time I’d really like,

To just go out and ride a bike,

To make myself a whole new track,

Be confident to not look back.