Seven Days

This time in Seven days,
I can only guess where I might be.
I know the town, I know the place,
But not too sure of the spacial plane.

This time in Seven Days,
I'll be physically tired,
But hopefully my soul will feel rejuvenated.
One can only hope,
One can only plead with Mother Universe.

This time in Seven Days,
Will I be inside or out?
Will I be alone or in the company of another?
Will I be cold, or warmed by a foreign soul?

This time in Seven Days,
Will my lips be speaking truth?
Will they be tangled up in you?
Will they be silenced?

This time in Seven Days.