Can you breathe, can you move, can you spill your soul? I want to know you're a person like I am, to know you think and have doubts just like me. I want to feel like you're not put on some high pedestal.
Are you the anything you can do, I can do better type of person? All I ask is that you look me in the eye and tell me something straight. Ignore the sound of the sky falling all around us, don't look at the wreckage from the city around us at your feet. I want to know you can focus.
Do you realize you're so influential, you're so important to so many people? You're a person people look to because you're real. You're poetic and you're true. Not many can do that, not many can own up to what they have and they haven't done.
I'll question life until the day I die. I should accept it, but I can't even find the time to pencil it in my agenda. Life seems so hectic and wooded, I can't even find the patch of safety. Deadline after deadline, I need some time to change and breathe. I need to find the time to be me, to look away from the wreckage on the other side of the street, the wreckage that could very well become me. I need to find it in me to look someone in the eye and let go.
I need to fall backwards and count on someone like you to catch me.
Can I count on myself to find the time to do that for someone else?
I'll never be good enough for my own acceptance.
I trust you'll be there anyway.
