If I wait long enough
Will the words come?
If I think about it till I'm calloused and rough
Then can I stay numb?
If none of it fits -
Who am I supposed to be?
Left with all these pieces and bits
If it takes too much time
When should I refrain?
If I don't embody the paradigm
Will it always be a bane?
If I can't be what you crave
Might I satisfy myself instead?
Gather up every bit of skin I've tried to shed -
But that isn't the proper way to behave
If it never comes at all
Is that really such a loss?
If I question every footfall
How will I ever cross?
If I don't know where I'm going
Would you help me find my way
Without asking me to stray
In a direction I'm not growing?
If I go where you don't want me to
Will you try to prune me?
If you don't like the way I grew
Will you accept who I want to be?
If I show you every lost lot and crumb
Picking up all the pieces and bits
Finding where everything truly fits -
Then can the words start to come?