▲So Hear: I am◄

It's me, again.

Wondering about the steps I took to get here, I forgot where I am. Losing track I watch myself and still I doubt it. Was it really me?

As I try to find words to back up a logical explanation, it all fades away. Now it seems like a dream, like a vision of things to come. Maybe time will tell, maybe time does not matter. 

Whether I was there or will be; it's not substantial, what matters is the power of knowledge my soul can gather bolstering my mind into creating the moment I pictured or the one I already lived. 

Living like that moment will be my last.

I see myself having the strength, I see myself faltering under pressure. Certainly both are part of my past and future. I already accepted that but sometimes I tend to forget.

Ready or not, what I bring to the table here and now, that is me.