Where Is My Time?

I be the seed of change.

The lesson to learn.

To be here for a short amount of time in your life.

I provide knowledge, guidance, grace, and hope.

I build them up and let them go.

Watch them blossom beyond me from afar.

Here I am, in this old house, in this old space.

I have outgrown this mad space.

But somehow, I am here, and when I think I have left, I’m at its front door again.

Where is my time?

Where is the builder of my hopes and dreams?

Give me knowledge, give me guidance, give me grace, give me hope.

I’m tired…

Save me from myself…

Build me up and send me off…

Looking in the mirror to see my own hero.

But sometimes, I don’t want to be that just that..

Can I admire someone else for the time being?

Even though I am tired.

I know in the end.

I’m the only one.

My time is mine, and I make it so.

I am the seed of change.

I am the lesson to be learned.

I am the person to be here for me at all times.

I give myself knowledge, guidance, grace, and hope.

I build myself up, and I won’t let myself go.

I watch myself blossom up close.

Because I want to be in a new house, a new space.

I have grown into this new, beautiful, mad space.

I find myself on the front porch by the front door.

This is my home, this mad place, this ancient space.