where will i be

a terza rima (?) i wrote for english class

Where will I be years from the present
as I change in the road and leave behind
failures, blindess, and resentment.

Because somehow I struggle to find
places that resemble the home I treasure,
resemble stars which could hear my mind.

And even with the unspoken closure
with the rain, somehow I still got room to grow
and the air feels like deep underwater pressure.

Where will I be after the winds blow
after youth passes and I stop to glow?