When I have feelings I can’t explain
And experiences unreckoned by science and reason alone
I wish to sit crosslegged with my ancestors
Listen as they explain to me the meaning of my dreams
Mostly the terrible, deathly ones, but also the few good ones (and why so few?)
I’ll ask about the generational curses, the sins passed down through the womb, and the family promises, too
I want to hear firsthand of the resiliency in this blood
The bravery that led us through foreign lands
The love and hope that gave birth again and again to reach this present moment
This moment right down to me, as I stare down the forks in my path
Looking for courage, and mostly for direction
Are you watching? How thin is the atmosphere between earth and heaven?
