there are billions of steps between me and you,
you know, there are worlds crossing in between us
you pretend not to look at the measures I take
(I pretend not to look at my feet, don't look down)
you stand, looking straight forward
do you only see your own destination or
or is life sticking out like a sore thumb
jostling you as you wait for the bus
Seeing my destination
ReplyDeleteAlways knew where
Just never knew how tell others no
To believe in myself enough
To be the woman I now know