Maybe somewhere in between the motions before you breathe,
I'll see the reasons why we work in certain seasons.
I thought I was done with this.
These circles and cycles,
These words to rely on.
Remembering the times we tried.
It's been twenty-something years and still I can't get this right.
I still don't know which one to fight for and which ones to forget.
My reservations and limitations only take me so far.
These words will make me,
These words will take you.
(So why is it that I just can't forget you?)