I just keep imagining

I just keep imagining
my life-to-be
in a year it all turns around -
throws ice-cold water at me
and hits me with little stones, continuously
until I give up

Unless
I stand straight, hold my head up high
immerse myself in clichés and enjoy it shamefully

And simply do not give up

That's the path I walk daily, in my mind
I just keep imagining my life next year
it's only around the corner, but everything will change
country, language, people, home
will be en français

Before I step on the French autumn leaves
I need to walk this path
trying to figure out ways to avoid the ice