I’m tired

I want time to notice whom I’m becoming

Every day I’m faithful, there’s more at stake

Every year I’m faithful, there’s more possibility

But I want my innocence back

I’m tired

I must slow down, to give more

To hold those close to me, above the possibility

Not knowing

But being able to let go

I’m tired

They think it’s me … I don’t

My rope is shortening, the pace drives me on

I want to slow its pace

But I must embrace patient rope

Let this excess then

Of what I don’t want, but have

Be my gate

Let this excess then

Of who I’m not

Be my becoming

But now I am.