We’re always running.
From one thing to the next.
‘I don’t know where the last week, month, year went…’
has become a reflex.
Sometimes it feels like things are happening at twice it's speed
We run through the times we win
And run through the times we bleed
Always so concerned with reaching the finish line
When are we going to stop and see the signs?
This is a sign.
The part where we pause
The part where we lean in and ask ourselves
About who we are and our biggest flaws
The part where we stay in and try to figure it out
The part where embrace our scars and work through the doubt
The part where we can’t distract ourselves from the pile of clothes on that chair
The part where we think about what’s gone and appreciate what’s there
This is the part we pause
This is the part we see
What is life? Who am I?
This time we can’t flee
This is the part I see the parts of me