I’ll never be able to lace words strategically with my mouth
As easily as you can hold your head high.
And as you search for your own future
I’ll be choking down my own tongue
Because I always thought
If I talked about all the great things I could do in my life,
They would somehow magically present themselves in the order I’d imagined.
Now everything is tangled together
There’s no consistency to my thoughts
There’s no promise for my future.
But oh
You stand tall
And I get to watch you succeed in the ways
I’d only said I would.