Put on hold
Outside the waiting room of your perspective
I plea and petition for your affections
But my insistence on what I desire makes me feel defective

The last thing you need is a guilt trip from me
When you’ve got the weight of your own burdens to bear
Amid life’s melodrama and reoccurring tragedy
When I’m just trying to relate in someway to say I care

While you take our time and I’m in the waiting room of my time to share
Trying to communicate my heart, but I’m left with my thoughts and paper thin prayer

Hear me out, I speak until you listen but you’ve got me out of tune
Trying to convey the way I feel but my voice gets lost in the words if I say too much too soon

With back to back letters written of longing to be heard
I say too much to the point you don’t hear a single word

On the roster of priorities I take the back burner
Yearning to show you more
Isolated as I run in place I’m just an obscure sojourner
As if my heart is an undiscovered wonder waiting to be explored

Who do I write to serenade and what’s it all for
Whether for my own amusement, an unknown observer, or the Lord

Learning to break patterns and say it all blunt and honest at the risk of sounding cliche
Putting my fingerprints on my faith to distinguish my relationship with God in everything I say

When expectations are measuring sticks whereby we try to fit each other in a mold
But we both have our limits and our desires we die to
Learning to rediscover love and accept the cold
The dissonance of two imperfect people learning to say with our lives, I love you

Colliding trains of thought and subtext beneath the moments we yearn to embrace
Like an out of body experience and fixation on my own frame of mind
I try to focus but get tied up in knots aiming to chase
The perfect way to say what I mean with every broken line

As the moments pass on this count down to recapture and make up for lost time
Trying to make it last when perfection is an illusion and it’s an empty effort that we can’t find
Don’t get ahead of me in your will to live your life as I’m rear view, left behind

Tell me I’m overthinking and I’ll say you don’t think enough
When what we do says it best or worst in the ways our actions affirm or disprove the words of love

Learning to love crutched on each others mercy and good graces
I try to walk beside you but my shoes of peace are coming undone and I’m tripping on my shoe laces

Nevertheless I continue on and let you take the lead
Even if you don’t want to hear my song
Because your lungs breathe the lyrics I love most
In the midst of all the ways we get it right or get it wrong…