Things we do for love.
In recent times, I've been tired. Tired of the admonitions The fear of not matching up Tired of the need to be in people's good books Of the steady eyes waiting to see me get it wrong Of the ever ready claws waiting to tear me apart Of the wagging tongue always tearing me down, despite knowing next to nothing about me. I'm just really tired of everything, except you. But I digress. Every morning I wake up, tired but ready to follow, Like today... And tomorrow. Because I love you Your purpose, and how I fit in is all I am after. And you've got to help this tired hands, cos I cannot do this by myself. ******* You see the eagerness in my gait whenever I visit and I'm about to leave, what you don't see though, is the heaviness in those feet, the fear in my heart and the ton of questions in my mind. Everytime I have to leave you, alone, I hope and pray it isn't the last time we'd see... I'm not the child you think I am I'm just sold out.... Thing...