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.