Any Minute Now...

And it began with a subtle sense of apology
to myself for what I am, and especially what I am not.
Justifying my mistakes as if I'm owed anything for putting myself
in a position to hate every miscalculated move I make.
Stitch by stitch, I pull myself apart.

Then you take a deep breath and say
"Any minute now, things are going to change".

Yeah, I am still running away.
Wall to wall, empty like I am. How unfortunate.
It's in my bones to turn my back and not feel a thing.

There used to be seasons inside of my body that would radiate like Spring.
My words came to me with capacity to forgive the cold in everything.

Then you take a deep breath and say
"Any minute now, things are going to change".

Any minute now...