Titanic

the present future is untrue
that´s my first gift
from the universe,
to let me stay here
since i were a baby girl.

the future future is well known,
Titanic could be a clue.

now that i look in my mirror
i know where i belong,
all my eyebrows are here,
all my fingers can lick,
if is true there is a plan
i am that come true.

afraid?, scared?
not grateful either,
just my own universe plan!

id packed for the big explosion
im ready to kill,
or be dead,
in stares
which step must you take?