I know I've submitted to frailty.
I know I'm allowing where it takes me.

I'm heading to places
where my skin best fit.
I'm dreaming of places
where my bones don't grind to grit.

I know I've conceded to a state of mind.
I know I'm lost to a cause no one could find.

I'm hiking up hills and knolls
angled steep.
I'm drifting through waters
that run too deep.

I know I'm stuck to ideals - weathered and worn.
But I know I might be better...
in the morn.