New potential breathes within.
Windows nowhere to give hints
of what will be or what will not.
Anything could come from this.

Smoothed out wrinkles in the timeline;
smoothed out questions in my mind;
A change of heart catalyzes doubt.
Inside of death lies a way out.

New potential flaps its wings.
Sounds are nowhere to give hints
of what will be or what will not.
Anything could come from this.

I don't know if I want kids.
I don't know if I want kids.
I don't know if I want kids.
I don't know if I want kids.