I feel every single day that the only things I know are those sitting next to me.
Those that are forward are too far for me to count on.

With one arm out and one at my side, I wait for someone to grab my wrist and pull.
Maybe then I’d have direction.
I want this to be heard like the church bells and adorning voices of the faithful.
But until that happens I’m here and I’m now and I just have to hope I’ll figure it out on my own.

I feel okay, I really do but every now and then I’d like to love you.  Whoever you are.
I’d like to hear your affirmations and dedications
But I know better than to think you’d be true.

Minutes are hours in the mind of someone who doesn’t know the difference between urgency and leisure
I’ll know one day, but until then you’ll have to understand because I’m not sure if when I apologize it’s for a mistake or for just being.

I’ve watched so much go by me. Flying with wings I somehow missed out on, and I feel sorry. Sorry enough to be bitter enough to stop caring and feeling and eventually I’m back to being sorry. I tell you not to worry because soon I’ll remember how to walk and I’ll meet you there, where everyone else is.