It’s taken a thousand miles
And a hundred high walls
To find the strength in me to say,
“Not today, not today.”

Would that I, could that I
Simply stop judging myself
For the altitude of my flight,
Be fine in just being “alright.”

These fingers take risks
For conquering’s sake;
This mind wants for nothing less
Than always being the best.

But maybe it’s okay
To slow to a walk!
To take a few hundred moments
And enjoy a small talk.

To stop griping and pining and beating myself down --
To breathe and relax and let GO of that crown!

I’ll have nothing to show
If I burn myself out,
And nothing to grow
If I lose it on this route.

It’s taken a thousand miles
And a hundred high walls
To find the strength in me to say,
“Not today, not today.”