I am feeling the babyness fade out of my body
ready for the bigger chair, the higher road.
The same lullaby doesn't do the trick
so I'm seeking a new tune.
It's a bit of a struggle
to maintain that happyface, while
paying lip service to that happyplace,
even though I can't find it, I know it's there.
We don't have the same realities when
I slow down, I see possibilities, but can't
seem to grasp them long enough to make
I never expected to stand out so much,
even amongst the me-types,
but to blend in so seamlessly
into the not-me types.
It's confusing being here,
do as the birds do.